Donald-Kruger
A Dunning- Kruger American President? Shit just got serious.
poetry
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
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
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,
The boys in the backroom
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.
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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.
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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