Category Archives: FANCY DRESS

Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what happened. Jennifer Yane

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I used to hang out by the food table at PARTIES because you don’t have to talk to anybody. If you do then you can talk about the food. Jennifer Jason Leigh.

FOTO – BIRTHDAY PARTY AT KINGSCLIFF CREEK

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A dead elephant cannot be covered by a lotus leaf. THAI.

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Extract from the Song Cycle of the Moon Bone

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

http://archives.univ-lyon2.fr/112/1/10_a_Australian_Poems_toward_Reconciliation.pdf

FOTO – BRISBANE BOTANICAL GARDENS. LOTUS GARDEN 2007

People who are in a hurry are already dead.

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“I may not be better than other people, but at least I’m different.”
Jean-Jacques Rousseau

A sweet cake in a rag. (Indian.) [Said of a rich person who is shabbily dressed, or an intelligent child in a stupid family.

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Nothing is thought rare
Which is not new, and follow’d; yet we know
That what was worn some twenty years ago
Comes into grace again.

Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher,
Prologue to the Noble Gentleman (l. 4)

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust. JALAL AD-DIN RUMI.

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Hard heads in Hardeston, 
Quakers in the Pow ; 
The braw lasses d Abdie 
Canna spin their ain tow" 

 

A CENTURY OF  SCOTTISH PROVERBS AND SAYINGS,

IN PROSE AND RHYME, CURRENT IN FIFE AND CHIEFLY OF 
FIFE ORIGIN. 

COLLECTED AND SELECTED BY G: MACKAY, 

Sheriff of the Counties of Fife and Kinross. 
FOTO - MT TAMBORINE SPINNER 2008

old rural English proverb: "Hall binks are oft sliddery" roughly translated, "The benches in manorial halls are often slippery"

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Chip the glasses and crack the plates!
Blunt the knives and bend the forks!
That’s what Bilbo hates –
Smash the bottles and burn the corks!
Cut the cloth and tread on the fat!
Pour the milk on the pantry floor!
Leave the bones on the bedroom mat!
Splash the wine on every door!
Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl;
Pound them up with a thumping pole;
And when you’ve finished, if any are whole,
Send them down the hall to roll!
That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates!
So, carefully! carefully! with the plates!

 

THE HOBBIT. JRR TOLKIEN.

FOTO – STOKERS SIDING HALL 2009

I wonder if anyone else has an ear so tuned and sharpened as I have, to detect the music, not of the spheres, but of earth, subtleties of major and minor chord that the wind strikes upon the tree branches. Have you ever heard the earth breathe? Kate Chopin

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দেশর লািঠ এেকর োবাঝা/ dasher lathi eker bojha (ten men’s sticks are one man’s load, meaning sharing makes the task simpler) BANGLADESH.

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.

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Dance is bigger than the physical body. …When you extend your arm, it doesn’t stop at the end of your fingers, because you’re dancing bigger than that; you’re dancing spirit.
Judith Jamison (b. 1943), U.S. dancer. Dancing Spirit (1993).

FOTO – STOKERS SIDING HALL 2009

Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart.

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Nothing is more noble, nothing more venerable than fidelity. Faithfulness and truth are the most sacred excellences and endowments of the human mind. (Marcus Tullius Cicero)

FOTO – CARTER WEDDING SYDNEY 1949

"He was brought up in a house of women/ in a city of heat that gave its children/ faith in the fable of coral and fish/ told them the world was something to miss." grant mclennan

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A year ago the hill was afire,
The shout of voices, cry of stock,
Was screaming leaves, the moon
turned red,
Was day, was war, the hill was fire.

Ray Mathew

(GRANT MCLENNANUnkind and Unwise, from the 1984 album Spring Hill Fair)

FOTO –STOKERS SIDING HALL FEB 2009