When I said I wanted to die in my sleep, I meant I wanted to be stepped on by an elephant while making love.”
Roger Zelazny, The Great Book of Ambe
It is held extremely unlucky to kill a cricket, a lady-bug, a swallow, martin, robin red-breast, or wren ; perhaps from its being a breach of hospitality ; all those birds and insects taking refuge in houses.
foto – kookaburra and pigeon in raleigh nsw jan 2011
A hen in Skaw is a gös at Moola.
Carried tales have a way of growing.
foto – chook at raleigh 2010
The same occurs in Persian and in Hindustani. The meaning is, that such a man meets with accidents from quarters where he least expected to encounter them.
Substance is not enough, accident is also required.
foto – banner at the save bellingen hospital rally 15 may 2010
Once I set traps,
but they’re far too clever,
keeping just out of reach of my pen.
And if I had caught them
where would I dare let them go?
Not on a genteel suburban street,
these wild and jealous shadows.
So I shut up the ceiling for good.
Now we will never escape.
foto – raleigh water park and international raceway 2010 april
But if horses run within your blood
And it’s their company you crave
Be prepared for fun and joyful times
But be prepared to be their slave.
The Horse’s Slave
February 2007 Guy McLean
foto – horse at raleigh 2010
I drive out to Amoonguna to tell the family he
I sit down with his Aunty, round the campfire, in
I ask her to explain the pelicans and the meaning
of the sign
She laughs and whispers ‘Arrangkwe.
just 2 pelicans in the sky!’
Ali Cobby Eckermann. little bit long time. Australian Poetry Centre, Balclava, 2009.
An Incisive Indigenous Voice
foto – pelican at iluka december 2009
Time’s fun when you’re having flies.
Kermit the Frog
foto – frog in ulmarra december 09
Summer in the Country
Summer in the country
was brushing away
flies from your face
and wiping sweat from your eyes—
watching grasses and grains
shimmer in paddocks
or sheep and cattle
grazing beyond a windbreak of pines.
Galahs clanged over the homestead.
A windmill turned
when a breeze sprung up.
Cockatoos screeched from the pepper tree.
Only crows frightened me
with their sorrowful cries
and the way they flew slowly
like black crosses.
The old slab-split shed
was a treasure-trove
of harnesses, bridles, farm
machinery, forty-four-gallon drums—
its walls covered
with cobwebs that housed
but where it was cool inside.
I didn’t miss Europe
like my parents did—
nor a Christmas without snow
I’d hear them talking about.
Summer in the country
was being given a glass of cold lemonade
and falling asleep
under a red-gum’s shade.
foto – ulmarra frog december 2009
This night, all night, the lean dogs of desire Have bayed upon my track, Yelping, keen of scent, afire To pull me down.
foto – charlie and co at forealty towers
If man were relieved of all superstition, and all prejudice, and had replaced these with a keen sensitivity to his real environment, and moreover had achieved a level of communication so simplified that one syllable could express his every thought, then he would have achieved the level of intelligence already achieved by his dog.
Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com
foto – Charlie in Armidale 2009
The cow is milked, not the ox ; the sheep is shorn, not the horse. Dan
foto – sheep on coldstream street july ‘09
The Black Bear
In the summer, fall, and spring
the black bear sports and has his fling,
but winter sends him straight indoors and there he
snores… and snores… and snores.
FOTO – THE BLACK BEAR CAFE BELLINGEN 2008
Origin of Yew Trees being planted in Church Yards. Before the invention of gunpowder, and use of fire-arms, every parish in England was obliged to have yew trees in their church yards, the branches of which were made into bows for the use of the archers ; and to this it is owing that in many of those places we find yew trees still growing ; al- though the use of shooting with bows has long been discontinued in the armies of Europe.
Sail, quoth the king ; hold, faith the wind.
FOTO – OWL AND PUSSYCAT BY ERIS FLEMING AS HUNG IN GRAYDON GALLERY NEW FARM BRISBANE.
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