Thursday, September 30, 2010
Aboriginal and Indigenous Spirituality - Native Beliefs, Spirituality & Religion
Aboriginal and Indigenous Spirituality - Native Beliefs, Spirituality & Religion: "Yorta Yorta woman Hyllus Maris (1934-86)"
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Richard King: Larkin's Vase (Australian, 22/04/2006)
Richard King: Larkin's Vase (Australian, 22/04/2006): "Philip Larkin’s ‘Home is so Sad’. Here is Larkin’s poem in full:
Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,
Shaped to the comfort of the last to go
As if to win them back. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put aside the theft
And turn again to what it started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:
Look at the pictures and the cutlery,
The music in the piano stool. That vase."
Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,
Shaped to the comfort of the last to go
As if to win them back. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put aside the theft
And turn again to what it started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:
Look at the pictures and the cutlery,
The music in the piano stool. That vase."
Monday, September 27, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
If we had a keen vision o .. - Quote by George Eliot
If we had a keen vision o .. - Quote by George Eliot: "If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence.
More quotes by George Eliot"
BLOG IT ALL.
More quotes by George Eliot"
BLOG IT ALL.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Poetry by Phyllis McDuff
Poetry by Phyllis McDuff: "Driftin'
I have been watching full ripe orange moons afloat on swirling seas
and palms flapping their wings in a strong breeze
and gritty puffs of sand run up the beach
and better shells than mine, just out of reach.
I've found bits of driftwood and old rope
sat on the sheltered side of dunes,
warmed by the sun - and seeds of hope.
I saw the fragile first leaves of a vine,
its shadow-future threads through the tops of trees and time.
I saw the red clay-blood stain the white sand
where storms had ripped out trees, waves stole the land.
I watched the kites swoop long and slow and calm,
breathed in the smoke of fires and felt their balm.
I've watched the stars above the oaks through long still nights.
I cannot think what I have missed from earth's delights."
I have been watching full ripe orange moons afloat on swirling seas
and palms flapping their wings in a strong breeze
and gritty puffs of sand run up the beach
and better shells than mine, just out of reach.
I've found bits of driftwood and old rope
sat on the sheltered side of dunes,
warmed by the sun - and seeds of hope.
I saw the fragile first leaves of a vine,
its shadow-future threads through the tops of trees and time.
I saw the red clay-blood stain the white sand
where storms had ripped out trees, waves stole the land.
I watched the kites swoop long and slow and calm,
breathed in the smoke of fires and felt their balm.
I've watched the stars above the oaks through long still nights.
I cannot think what I have missed from earth's delights."
Duwell review of Petra White: The Incoming Tide Sept., 2007
Duwell review of Petra White: The Incoming Tide Sept., 2007: "Sea laps towards me like the breath of another,
and draws itself back to wherever I might have been."
and draws itself back to wherever I might have been."
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
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