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Donald-Kruger
A Dunning-
Kruger
American
President?
Shit just got
serious.
Lighter than air
The magpies in
my garden love
a windy day –
it takes them
up up and back,
turns their games
into three dimensional
chess, makes them
sing with happiness
when they land
on the gate, a
difficult landing, in
the wind, performed
perfectly.
But I can’t fly
and I hate wind.
Still, I am happy
for them.
Glass half empty
An autobiography
listing all the things
you haven’t done
in your life might
be just as revealing
as one about the
things you have done.
Sleeping beauties
If we do not
provoke each other,
test ideas, question
values, disrupt
faith, kiss the
princess,
then we shall
all fall asleep.
Perhaps it is
better that way.
Gauntlet
I challenged
received wisdom,
but those who
had received that
wisdom did not
accept my challenge,
said that the wisdom
was unchallengeable,
and therefore the
challenge was wrong.
Never mind, soon I will
be gone, and then you
can say “what challenge?”
Dust to dust
A harsh westerly
wind blows outside
my window.
Reminding me that,
wherever you are
in Australia the
desert is never
far away. The dust
from the centre
brought by winds
from north, south
east and west,
permeates our
garden, house,
enters our lungs,
becomes part of
us in the way
stardust from distant
explosions becomes
part of us.
Treading lightly
Summer is here,
in the middle of
Spring, with the
first warning of
bushfires, and the
first moment of
almost treading
on a snake (a cute
baby Black, but hey
a snake’s a snake).
In winter I stride
across the land
(though always
avoiding ants, and
beetles, and spiders).
I walk differently
in Summer. Slower,
more carefully,
each foot
landing lightly.
Concentrates the
eye wonderfully
knowing the next
step could be your
last. Is that what
makes us Australians,
I wonder, such a
cautious tentative
breed?
Acerbus et indignus
Whenever war
is declared,
whichever countries
are involved,
you will find,
making the
announcement,
a clown, backed
by his followers –
all hard-faced men
who intend to
do well out of it.
Uneasy lies the head
Being the “Oldest
Inhabitant”
of a town
is a job
for life;
but not
for long.
“Village Idiot”
also used to be
a job for life
and a long one;
but now a new one
comes along
every day.
Time, lord
If an imaginary
being was going
to step in and
save the world
before we wreck it
he’s left it
rather too late
