Day: March 24, 2018

The humour of intimacy

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“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

Jane Austen

“It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy;—it is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others.”
― Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
“Jason once told me that eye contact is the most intimacy two people can have — forget sex — because the optic nerve is technically an extension of the brain, and when two people look into each other’s eyes, it’s brain-to-brain.”
― Douglas Coupland, Hey Nostradamus!

The dark, the cold,   the faint hints of re-birth

With winter comes an insight into death
To view from this perspective our own life
The dark, the cold, the promise of re-birth

The love, the lack, the need for God’s new breath
The harvesting, the cutter and the scythe
With winter comes an insight into death

So we connect with all that lives on earth
The love, the joy, the wisdom and the grief.
The dark, the cold, the promise of re-birth

Again we ponder meaning and our worth
As we will  one day lie beside a leaf
With winter comes an insight into death

We soon return to laughter and to mirth
With cakes and ale and wine at  this our Feast
From the  dark, the cold   comes all re-birth

As the mighty lie beside the  least
Each will give the worms intriguing tastes.
With winter comes an insight into death
The dark, the cold,   the faint hints  of re-birth

Postmodern facts

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Death is just that we stop moving and turn to  dust
Birth is only real to the mother
Sex and birth are correlated but neither  causes the other
Most people have sex after birth
Some claim to give birth while virgins.Who are we to doubt?
There is no absolute truth except we are all  getting fatter.

In front of  the black, the mad and the Jew

The despised are the black, the mad and the Jew
The  crippled, the blind and the child of such   ones
Worse,  even  more, if you’re female too

When the race started  no whistle blew
The  rich whites were already far,far along
In front of  the black, the mad and the Jew

The rewards are controlled by those of pale hue
When the poor get there the money has gone
Definitely will if you’re female too

Jesus was God but that  was no use
He hung on his Cross and so could not run
With  the black, the mad , the crippled  the Jew

What do we see when we look at the News
Genocide,torture and battles still on
You will be raped if you’re  a female too

Here are the weapons, the rockets that stun
Inventing all these gives the rich men   their fun
The despised are the black, the mad and the Jew
Worse,  even  more, if you’re female too

 

Funny poetry

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Dear Advice Columnist

Bill Knott, 1940 – 2014

I recently killed my father
And will soon marry my mother;
My question is:
Should his side of the family be invited to the wedding?

 

Where writing helps

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” Michael Dransfield is one of the most prominent – and colourful – poets in Australian literature.

“I was actually doing a PhD on Michael’s poetry,” she tells Guardian Australia. “And my supervisor discovered that Michael and I had known each other and been very close, and she said, ‘Hang on, I don’t know whether you’re writing the right thesis here, maybe you should write a memoir!’”

That memoir, The Green Bell, will be released in March and gives a rare insight into Dransfield’s personal and creative life, and his struggle with addiction, as well as the indignities of psychiatric care in the 1970s.

Keogh met Dransfield in Canberra hospital in 1972. She was 22 and had been admitted for psychosis and grief after breaking down in a university lecture shortly after the death of her best friend. Dransfield was admitted days later, for treatment of his drug addiction. He was working at the time on the poems that would make up his fourth collection, the acclaimed Memoirs of a Velvet Urinal.

Their connection was sudden and intense, built on a mutual love of poetry and music, and a shared sense of the importance of imagination and language in shaping the world.”