Category Archives: LUNACY

A country could be hedged round about, but not the tongue. Sinhalese.

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A wise enemy is worthy of more respect than a foolish friend.

Athetha wakya deepanya, or, A collection of Sinhalese proverbs, maxims, fables &c. (1880)

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NORTHERN BELLES A CALENDAR

"Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away." Ben Hecht

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The Performance

Hardly a day goes by
Without the sound of the crowd
Rumbling along climbing into stands

Getting ready to watch the show
Taking out handkerchiefs
Smiling sneezing coughing a lot

When will it all end — and how?
In fire or in snow?

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FOTO –CIRCUS AT ARMIDALE 2008

It’s not the HAIR on your head that matters. It’s the kind of HAIR you have inside. Garry Shandling .

Caw caw; or, the chronicle of crows / by RM

1848.

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SHOCK-HEADED PETER.

Just look at him! There he stands, With his nasty hair and hands. See! his nails are never cut; They are grim’d as black as soot; And the sloven, I declare, Never once has comb’d his hair; Any thing to me is sweeter Than to see Shock-headed Peter.

FOTO – PETER KNOX AT CAM AND SIAN’S WEDDING IN NERANG. 2009.

One by one the penguins steal my sanity.

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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

Sweet is the wine but sour is the payment. Irish Proverb.

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“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

“Every search begins with beginner’s luck. And every search ends with the victor’s being severely tested.” Paulo Coelho. The Alchemist.

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A DILIGENT SEARCH FOR WISDOM
Seeking and searching with the same fervour as seeking for silver 
and other hidden treasures.
 
FOTO - SEARCHING IN AUCHENFLOWER.

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

Yes. Feet on earth. Knock on wood. Touch stone. Good luck to all. Desert Solitaire. EDWARD ABBEY.

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But stark within my memory
I see it once again
When we all looked at it anxiously
Days when we hoped for rain;
I hear the hollow sounds it made,
Like some prophetic drum,
As I tapped rung on rung, afraid
Of dreadful days to come,

 

Our Corrugated Iron Tank by James Hackston

FOTO  – 2/3 PIONEER IN WESTERN DESERT WWII

All worn and wasted by the storms, All gapped and fractured by the storms, All split and splintered by the storms. HENRY KENDALL.

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Roads are wet where’er one wendeth,
And with rain the thistle bendeth,
And the brook cries like a child!
Not a rainbow shines to cheer us;
Ah! the sun comes never near us,
And the heavens look dark and wile.

Mary Howitt, The Wet Summer, from the German

FOTO – KALANG 2008

We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains. Ursula K. Le Guin.

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Benoit Mandelbrot The Fractal Geometry of Nature (1977

Why is geometry often described as cold and dry? One reason lies in its inability to describe the shape of a cloud, a mountain, a coastline, or a tree. Clouds are not spheres, mountains are not cones, coastlines are not circles, and bark is not smooth, nor does lightning travel in a straight line. Nature exhibits not simply a higher degree but an altogether different level of complexity.

FOTO – MT WARNING FROM BILAMBIL. VOLCANO.

“Life’s a pudding full of plums.” W.S. Gilbert (1836-1911)

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In the name of the Law I must request
Less noise while we’re having a well-earned rest.
For the Judge and the Usher never must shirk
A well-earned rest in the middle of work.
It’s the duty of both they well are aware
To preserve their precious lives with care;
It’s their duty, when feeling overwrought,
To preserve their lives with Puddin’ and Port. (Lindsay) MAGIC PUDDING.

beaten severely with a foot long twenty pound frozen fruit lolly. Tom Barker Joondalup, Australia 2005

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Jean Ringland

My Father’s Hat

We children learned to understand hat messages;
a jaunty angle brought lollies in the pockets
and laughter at the table, brow lower – serious times,
a need for long discussions before homework and bed.
Lower still – late home, the stumble in the hall
and my mother, frozen faced, serving the meal
in silence, while little ones, bewildered,
dared not drop a spoon or spill their milk.

http://www.dangerouslypoetic.com/poetry

foto – COLES SHELVES

When you’re thirsty it’s too late to think about digging a well. Japanese Proverb

 

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Wolof language of Senegal.

“Ten digging, ten filling — lots of dust, no hole.”

Crab Convoy

Softer than light
soldier crabs navigate an early world.
From their drilled trenches they hover;
transparent bodies, miniature helicopters
airing a blue line across mud flats;
portable radio antennas
attuned to the sea’s bandwidth.
A lone soldier divides from the troops,
gathers in her sand rosette,
latches down.
Missiles of bird-song blast overhead;
sounds of the enemy,
digging.

 

Helen Hagemann

"Shadow puppets can’t move on their own and there are puppeteers behind the curtain." Hubei Proverb

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1843 THE CONQUEROR WORM by Edgar Allan Poe

Lo! ’tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly- Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Woe!

Feast on wine or fast on water, And your honour shall stand sure If an angel out of heaven Brings you something else to drink, Thank him for his kind attentions, go and pour it down the sink. G.K. Chesterton

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Red, red wine
Goes to my head
Makes me forget that I
Still need you so

 

FOTO -SIGN TO ILNAM ESTATE WINERY CAROOL 2008

Webster’s Bible. For a lewd woman is a deep ditch and a strange woman is a narrow pit.

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The clachan yill had made me canty,
I was na fou, but just had plenty;
I stacher`d whiles, but yet too tent aye
To free the ditches;
An` hillocks, stanes, an` bushes, kenn`d eye
Frae ghaists an` witches.

Robert Burns

FOTO – BILAMBIL 2009