Damn revisionists, why can’t they ever make history better? Like have us all live in Antarctica and worship the Golden Penguin? That’d be great. Dale Gribble
FOTO -MOBS PICTURE OF PENGUINS ART TARONGA PARK 2006
Probably the happiest period in life most frequently is in middle age, when the eager passions of youth are cooled, and the infirmities of age not yet begun; as we see that the shadows, which are at morning and evening so large, almost entirely disappear at midday.
FOTO – BILAMBIL COTTAGE IN THE MORNING 2004
(A poem of Ayers Rock)
Take time to look, look again - feel the land through your feet; the Snake will not harm those who show the proper respect. Those who rush in must be strangers. "It will attack strangers."
FOTO - SNAKE IN WEE GARDEN BILAMBIL COTTAGE 2006
The Evening Star goes down across the camp, among the white gum trees …
Far away, in these places near Milingimbi
Goes down among the Ngurulwulu people, towards the camp and the gum trees,
At the place of the Crocodiles, and of the Evening Star, away towards Milingimbi …
The Evening Star is going down, the Lotus Flower is on its stalk …
Going down among all those western clans …
It brushes the heads of the uncircumcised people …
Sinking down in the sky, that Evening Star, the Lotus …
Shining down on the foreheads of all those Sandfly people …
It sinks there into the place of the white gum trees, at Milingimbi.
Sung by the Wonguri-Mandjigai people, translated by Ronald M. Bernd
FOTO – BRISBANE BOTANICAL GARDENS. LOTUS GARDEN 2007
The righteous eat to their hearts’ content,
because they go to the garden for their meals.
FOTO -MOB’S VEGIES IN ARMIDALE IN A GREEN PLASTIC BASKET.
The mists are curled o’er a dark-faced world,
And the shadows sleep around,
Where the clear lagoon reflects the moon
In her hazy glory crowned;
While dingoes howl, and wake the growl
Of the watchdog brave and true;
Whose loud, rough bark shoots up in the dark,
With the song of the lone Curlew!
Whose loud, rough bark
Shoots up in the dark,
With the song of the lone Curlew!
WE ARE GOING.
They came in to the little town
A semi-naked band subdued and silent
All that remained of their tribe.
They came here to the place of their old bora ground
Where now the many white men hurry about like ants.
Kath Walker aka Oodgerdoo Noonuccal (1920-1993)
FOTO – “MARSHALL’S” CREEK AT “SOUTH GOLDEN BEACH”.
“It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard-drinking people. You can hold your tongue and, moreover, you can time any little irregularity of your own so that everybody else is so blind that they don’t see or care.”
Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald (1896-1940)
FOTO – JAMIESON’S RESTAURANT WEST TWEED HEADS NSW
But my daughter… said, “Tell them about how you’re never really a whole person if you remain silent, because there is always that one little piece inside you that wants to be spoken out, and if you keep ignoring it, it gets madder and madder and hotter and hotter, and if you don’t speak it out one day it will just up and punch you in the mouth from the inside.”
Audre Lorde in Sister Outsider
FOTO –FOR ZARA HABLETHWAITE. A FRAME AT THE END OF URUNGA. WITH BARINA.
To wish to act like angels while we are still in this world is nothing but folly.
Saint Theresa of Avila
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