For over 150 years songwriters, poets musicians and writers have observed and recorded many aspects of Australian railway life. Many of the songs and poems came directly from those who were employed in building or operating national railway systems. Others items came from those who used railways as passengers, or recall trains amongst their earliest memories.
What is the use of a new-born child?
Benjamin Franklin, when asked the use of a new invention
The Garden Within by Celia Berrell
There is a garden
in my heart
where beauty grows
in fits and starts.
Where smiles are petals
from the flowers
bestowed by others
from their bowers.
reaps seeds to feed
for its every need.
I’ll reach my goal.
To touch the island
of my soul.
What better time than a wintery January to begin my own writing blog again. Time to get back to the writing life.
Here is a poem by Pablo Neruda on books.
“Ode to the Book,” by Pablo Neruda
The Chilean poet advises that books invite new possibilities, but we should never forget that wisdom is also gained from experience:
When I close a book
I open life.
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We have a list of all persons we have harmed and to whom we are willing to make amends. We made it when we took inventory. We subjected ourselves to a drastic self- appraisal. Now we go out to our fellows and repair the damage done in the past. We attempt to sweep away the debris which has accumulated out of our effort to live on self-will and run the show ourselves. If we haven’t the will to do this, we ask until it comes. Remember it was agreed at the beginning we would go to any lengths for victory over alcohol.
-A.A. Big Book p.76
From the days when I drove taxis in the Sydney nights. When mikes were live and we talked to the operator. When we didn’t wear grubby uniforms and cash was king.
Skirting another peer group,
Avoiding another clique,
The party round continues as he left it years ago.
Manic panic weekend living,
Crowded driving solitude,
Cruising the neon nightscape.
Ferrying the stranded and the loaded,
Taking their money with a smile,
A quick-change conversation to the meter’s ticking tune.
Two-way voices static his dreams,
Wrapped in the smoky cockpit,
Trapped behind the wheel.
Visions of urban mansions,
Myths on the edge of town,
Peopled by frightened ciphers jogging home in gloom.
Faced with traps of security,
Lighting another smoke,
He cracks a crooked smile and cruises vacant into the night.
Another gypsy driver chasing the moon.
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He seemed to do that when I stood beside his body in the forest. He seemed to shatter in millions of shards of life and truly become the boddishvata he said he was. The light cracked and screamed and spread North and South to the places and people he was going to.
I forget now to call his name when I want him.
I forget that he is more that all that total of what he was as the ordinary man mowing the lawns.
I forget the constancy of what he is now to me.
I forget Van Badhman’s writing.
Van Badham I wrote the following for his life companion, Lynne: Lynne, amidst heartbreak, be consoled that the man who was your beloved companion was no ordinary man. He was a leader, a fighter, a guru, a comrade, a friend. He was a man of independent thought and…
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I don’t how people do it, but they find a way to read books and then come back to their real life like it’s nothing. Like the characters in the book, doesn’t make them feel anything. Like the storyline, doesn’t want them to skip lunch, dinner or even work for that. I mean, I don’t know how people do it, but it is so difficult for me to do so.
I like to read. But now, I have become into a lazy reader, who just reads what she likes and that’s not good, I am telling you. At times, I don’t understand even how I do it, I mean like when I am reading the book, I am all with the characters, all with the storyline, I see nothing but them and even though that makes me really happy, that’s just temporary. After I complete my book and start reading other, my brain kind of forgets about it and start looping into other. I don’t get it, how can you fall in love with one person, after the happy ending, you start falling for other.
THE GEM 7 JULY 2015
“For the first time the magnitude of what he had undertaken came home to him. How could you communicate with the future? It was of its nature impossible. Either the future would resemble the present, in which case it would not listen to him: or it would be different from it, and his predicament would be meaningless.”
― George Orwell, 1984