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We Lived Near Beasley Street | poemation

We Lived Near Beasley Streetby poemationIt’s a street in a suburb of a misunderstood townThe place where childhood’s journey beginsThe wind that blows around aboutSpeaks of loneliness and sinThe planned city hinged by round-aboutsTame and neat, a housewife’s treatIt’s Lumbertown, it’s Twin PeaksThe façade of Ainsworth Street

Source: We Lived Near Beasley Street | poemation

Mike McCool: Artist Website

I currently reside in Millbury, Massachusetts, USA. I was born in England but have spent more than half my life outside the country working in various interesting places around the world.

I have been photographing items of interest since early childhood but my interest faded for a number of years until I discovered digital photography about five years ago. My work now consists of exploring the world of digital photography and digitizing and rediscovering my horde of 35mm and 2 1/4 square negatives.

My work has become more abstract over the years often with the original image, sometimes an old negative, being a springboard to extreme reprocessing using Serif’s PhotoPlus X5.

via Mike McCool: Artist Website.

Snez Music

SNEZ E-News: Merry Christmas and Lady Ellie

Lady Ellie

It’s Christmas Eve and I just wanted to say a big thank you to everyone who has been in and out of my life in 2014. Thank you for your support either through email, phone, letters, texts and coming to gigs. It’s been a year of exciting changes and new challenges for Stewart and I, as some of you may know.

Once again, we had another amazing winter tour, while Lady Ellie was still in my belly. Lots of great concerts, we met some interesting characters from here to Arnhem Land. On return from tour, Stew and I started recording my new album to be released next year. It will be nice to put those songs down and start of something new and as you know ‘Lady Ellie’ (dubbed by an old gypsy friend Romano) was brought into the world on the 1st of December.

Life has been a bit of whirlwind since then, but we managed to buy all the Christmas presents, (thank you ebay) squeeze a gig in with Ellie in a sling, record some more vocals, and pay extra special attention to Freddy, the dog, who is feeling a little put out.

via Snez Music.

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trekkingthesea.

 

Introducing Sea Trek III

Jen and I are about to embark on another sailing journey on our new yacht Sea Trek III, a Savage 46 commonly known as an Oceanic 46. This this time we are heading north to the tropics, in other words a left turn out of Sydney Harbour, I’ll double check that with Jen, as last time we went north we ended up landing in Hobart, perhaps I installed the chart-plotter upside down!

KATHY EARSMAN

Due to the strange nature of the theme I used for THE GEM COLLECTION I can’t quite see how to have such details as my profile, people’s comments or my replies appear. As a result, I am unable to post an acknowledgement of a Poet’s justifiable concern over my posting her sonnet ( in prose form) and without permission. so I shall do so here and in addition add some links to her work. The Sonnet which I used for December 11, 2010 – is a lovely piece called HIDDEN THINGS. When I am at my river’s edge here in Urunga, or thinking of the year or two I lived in Brisbane, the images in Hidden Things come to Mind.

My apologies again, Kathy.Very careless of me.

Kathy’s work can be read @

http://www.freewebs.com/laryalee/garden/kathy.htm

http://www.ahapoetry.com/ahalynx/211sym.html

http://norwoodwriters.com/2003_meetings_retro.htm

THE LAST DAY OF WINTER 2010

31 AUGUST 2010 RALEIGH

AN IDLE ROAM.

http://nellibellingen.wordpress.com/

NEIL WHITFIELD, my first real blogging encounter, is re-locating to West Wollongong. I had not ever been there till early this year with Izzy  whose academic years were spent at UOW. NEIL’S SECOND DECADE.

31 AUGUST 2010 BALI AND MISTS AT RALEIGH SCOOB 31-8-2010LAST DAY OF WINTER 2010 RALEIGH 

Let’s take a look at this Winter. June, July and August. Hmm. This morning the mists were down and Bali the Brown Dog was out front early. All dogs were out and about during the night and Scoob the little dog is dirty and shamefaced.

THE WINTER OF 2010.

FROST IN JULY 2010 RALEIGH 

Down here at the Coast, we had a July frost. I saw only the one although there might have been light ones for the early risers.

Up in Armidale on the New England, it went as low as –12 degrees in July.

The garlic had been taken in by the time of the frost and the citrus fruits were sweet and abundant. Next door they have lemonade trees and I have been drinking them with new life water.

Seems to be a catbird in there as well and I know there is a Jabiru.

 

I took a trip to Macksville, one Wednesday. 34.4 kms, so they tell me, from Raleigh to Macksville.

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My winter has featured BIRDS. A lot of birds. A lot of different kinds of birds.

Its had me posting photographs and asking about the species. This black one is a Satin Bowerbird. Now, I was under the illusion that they were elusive and timid but here there are masses of them. At least 3 males and 10 or more females – all aggressive and squabbling and shrieking.

So much for my delusions of the romantic bower bird secreting pieces of blue in some hidden nest.

WUNDERLAND BELLINGEN

Much of the Winter has been taken up in Bellingen Shopping with my daughter and her little lady. Bellingen is a one street shopping centre. Up one side and down the other, with one side street of cafes.

Its almost a meditation walk for me with the Maclaren Pusher. Up one side and down the other. 3 generations of women from one family.

On this last day of Winter, 2010, a Winter which has certainly blued with the chilled winds of our own personal ice floes, I have a hose out and am washing the concrete verandahs where the chooks and horses have been and am waiting for visitors to come.

 

 

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I have , of course, been sharing a child’s first Winter and now Springtime is coming. Dresses and sand and lagoons – for the very first time.

I have other little girls to show things to, as well. Haven’t had much chance this year and I miss them. I do believe that only one of them has seen a flathead.

We need poncho towels and thongs. We also need a caravan as spare room. We have tents but – the caravan would be a far, far better thing to do than anything I have done before.

Better, even, than the Main House at Bilambil. Possibly. Its going to be a hard act to follow. There we had our own Old Gentleman, large heart shaped pool and tennis court.

BELLINGER VALLEY

Here, we have the things of the Valley, the Beach, the River and the Towns.

We have verandahs all around and flat land where children can play. We have gardens to plant and trees where we can hang swings. The nearest shop is at the Raleigh Tip – the Ecohouse.

When the Spring time comes, we can go there and look for things we need. Books and Toys and planks of wood.

Me, I want a claw bathtub out the back, near the laundry tubs.

They say there’s a black snake living out there at the moment, just behind the big shed. They saw it sunning itself.

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It has been a Winter of horses. My own favourite is this one. He comes a-visiting from time to time and stays a week or two eating coastal grasses.

I  know little about horses but a recent trip to the now almost defunct Brigalow caravan park reminded me of Old Tom who lived there when I did in the 1990s. He still does, so I am told, down in his little corner of the world on the riverbank.

I saw him once with a horse. I think he was the original Horse Whisperer. It was a beautiful thing to watch. He carved from bone and rode a big white motorbike.

 

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We did one trip to Armidale during the Winter. I waited until I was hearing no whispers of –12degrees or ice on the inside of the windows.

Then we went a-visiting for a couple of days. We went to the movies and laughed and talked, and talked and laughed- about it all again.

There seems to be a new coach service doing the Bello-Armidale run and I will be looking at taking a ride on it. After years of travelling on public transport, I am now often a Starwagon passenger. Each method of locomotion has its points – but I do like my coaches and trains and planes.

I wonder whether they will still have a movie on the journey.

 

BELLINGEN MARKETS JULY 2010

Winter saw us at the Bellingen Markets. A new normal is forming. 2nd and 4th Saturdays are Growers’ markets in North Bello. They are small and communal and friendly.

3rd Saturday is Bellingen Community Markets. They are HUGE. We meet up with the Maclaren Girls and do our Saturday mornings. 

Clothes and books and food and music and people.

Seem to be rather a lot of little fairy people as well and a wonderful face painter.

And my favourite young band HEART TRIBE.

http://www.myspace.com/heartribe 

CENTENNIAL PLACE BELLINGEN

The Bellingen Winter. Well its almost done and we begin the Springtime. The magnolias are in flower. My mind is turning to the Urunga Sea Lido and the beaches. I don’t know what Springtime is going to bring. I know there is one sad element in it. Two, indeed.

It seems to be enabling me to walk within each day and grasp sanity.

Someplace in this Return is a ferocity of purpose. A gnarly ancient tree ferocity. A deep rooting  sturdiness.

I watched a grandmother slowly building a rock garden yesterday. One rock at a time. She could be crazy or she could be granitically wise.

Wise, so methinks. 

 

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ONE SIMPLE AUSTRALIA DAY

I wanted to go to the inaugral SALTWATER FRESHWATER FESTIVAL in Coffs Harbour Today. On due reflection and in a Mature Australian Manner, taking into consideration the week ahead which includes grandparenting and other spiritual obligations, I determined to take an at home Australia Day and observe it from the Front Window.

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IZZY FOREAL IN BELLINGEN MEETING PLACE PARK.

Steadfastly sitting at the front window on Coldstream Street and observing the passing parade of Australian Life, I am beginning to fuse a little in the heat as the sun comes across from the East, but I proceed with my microcosmic life.

The picture on the left is of my Dad in WWII with other mates in a creek. I think its at the Cowra Camp but could be mistaken. I have put that image there simply to keep me cool with no creek within easy reach of this window from where I am continuing my observance of this Day.

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2/3 PIONEERS IN AN AUSSIE CREEK 1940s

I have already seen some interesting activity but the photos I shall leave to the end of the day when I upload them all at once.

We breakfast here on the front verandah which is enclosed in the form of a sleepout.  Bagels and white tea we have. Whilst sitting there this morning, i was pondering the SALTWATERFRESHWATER FESTIVAL decision and watching the Coldstream Street Traffic when down at the crossroads – 50 metres  to the East – just inside the 50kms per hour Zone.

A cattle truck stopped at the Corner with a pretty smart 4WD behind him. CLOSE behind him. My Dad taught me to always leave a vehicle length between myself and the car in front. Good advice.  I blew it once not long ago on the Tweed Coast and ran the Charade straight into the back of a mighty 4WD adversary. Haven’t had air con since in the Charade.

In this morning’s Aussie Day Event, the truck decided to reverse and with the 4WD concealed less than a vehicle length behind, it reversed into the 4WD. Round about then I realised I could indeed stay home at the front window with laptop and creature comforts and observe one day in the life of Australia.

ROY BOWLING, the TOWN CRIER, who lives at Tucabia drove past just then .

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Izzy on the front porchette looking out over Coldstream Street. Note the seemingly shaded and cool indoor rooms.

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Me with my Aspidistra for Australia Day. I bought it out at JUNCTION HILL NURSERY. They call them CAST IRON PLANTS apparently. I have read about them for years in my favourite genre of ‘literature’ , the English Detective Story. Now my living room has a sinister edge. If this plant lives and the Junction Hill man tells me it will survive almost anything, then that will be a second only for me.

 

For Lunch, I am having Fruit. White fleshed nectarines, pluots( a cross between a plum and an apricot), yoghurt which I made myself ( 40 years late on the Hippy Trail ) life energy water and cell food. I have cheese and peaches and am set up just fine.

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LUNCH.

The traffic has been fairly heavy. I thought it might be on this last public holiday of the Summer and last day before school goes back but, because its my first year here, I wasn’t sure.

The possibility of Aussie Day Mad Driving was another deterrent to our going to Coffs Harbour today. Seems to me I was correct. People here go ‘ to the Beach’ for extended summertime periods and today they are heading west in large numbers. Towing caravans and trailers, heavily laden with the trappings of Summer Vacation.

Another section of the population is heading East to celebrate and Beach it for the day.

I am not sure what the others are doing.

This is Ute Country. Dogs on the back of Utes and of  working farms.

The Police just passed going East. I was taking Photos but they moved too quickly for me. There have been a lot of flash 4WDs.

There was also one bright green car which overtook at speed down near the crossroads. P Plate on. Its a VERY NARROW Street is Coldstream.

Down the back way To Coffs at Glenreagh, the Village has erected signs which say that their children are precious.  Very nice message down there at Glenreagh,

One motor bike – first for the day and nicely down to 50kms he went . Well done, 2Wheeler.

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CATTLE TRUCK PASSING.

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THE CRASH ON THE CORNER AT THE CROSSROADS.

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COLDSTREAM STREET IN THE HEAT OF AUSTRALIA DAY.

2.25pm. NOW THE WEATHER BEGINS TO BURST.
The wind rises with the heat. The clouds begin to build up along the horizon as they do in these flatlands. The Charade is under the house in case of hail.

A NORCO truck is out about. Back from the days of the CO-OPS. Cooperatives. I I shall look further into that. Maybe we need some new cooperatives as we get sold out from under ourselves. I did do some reading on the British Coops and of ROCHDALE IN AUSTRALIA.

The history page online for NORCO doesn’t mention Raleigh down near Urunga. Seems odd when the factory is still there. Well it is mentioned. Hmm. 

clouds lift off hill
total fire ban day
grass turning to hay
north wind silent still
expecting tomorrow
forty-four degrees
blusters blistering trees
ferns wilting in sorrow

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And tomorrow, we go to Bellingen to see more of the Baby Girl and her Parents. Staying at DIGGERS’ TAVERN as we did last week in air-conditioned comfort. Perhaps swimming in the River and in love with the little Tawny Girl.  Then up into the Mountains to the other two Little Girls. Little children everywhere.

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NORCO ON GOOGLE SEARCH

FOLLOWING UP ON PAST IMAGES

These are simply images and thoughts arising from the imagery.

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Each day I take my lunch at the Wide River Cafe. Not on Mondays due to its being closed on Mondays. I take the Cold Remedy , read the newspapers, chat with the Andrew and the girls and generally enjoy a daily routine which I don’t recall having before. Its not hectic in Ulmarra at lunchtimes although the BUSHFIRE BRIGADE REGIONAL HEADQUARTERS are there and were doing an “exercise’ yesterday to make sure that we were all firesafe.

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Last weekend, two girls rode past on their horses and each girl carried a red rose. KATE VISIT 1 073

While I am in the Village, I spend some time in ULMARRA BOOKS and BRIC A BRAC, chat for a while with our GentleMan BookMan and, in general, just indulge in the sheer pleasure of a book shop of this size and nature. This one is a treasure trove. I always enjoy being in the hands of an Expert, no matter what field it is in. In this shop I am guaranteed EXPERTISE in its most agreeable form.

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I have lived for four years in a tiny cottage. Exquisite with wonderful views of the Bilambil Valley – but tiny. Now I live in a HOUSE. A house which my family come to visit.  Last weekend, my daughter, Kati B and I spent the evening at the card table from Dolores, playing YAHTZEE. A ruthless game night it was.

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FONTS

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ONE OF MY OBSESSIONS. HERE ARE A FEW OF THE SITES I LIKE. FREE FONTS THAT IS.

LUC DEVROYE IS NO KING FOR ME. LOOK HIM UP.

AS FOR THE REST:

http://www.webpagepublicity.com/free-fonts-b.html#FreeFonts
http://www.stormtype.com/free.html  
http://www.josbuivenga.demon.nl/tallys.html

exljbris Font Foundry

http://apostrophiclab.pedroreina.net/0189-DayRoman/dayroman.html  
http://www.instantshift.com/2008/10/23/22-most-used-free-fonts-by-professional-designers/  

LAST WEEKEND IN JUNE 09

REFLECTIONS ON THE LAST MONTH. THE FIRST MONTH HERE ON THE CLARENCE.  IN FACT – LETS MAKE IT REFLECTINS IN GENERAL.

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I drove this driveway for four years. Its the drive from Bilambil Cottage up to the Main House of Linden Lea. When the rains turned it slippery and sloppy, the DOS had this load of rocks put in so that our vehicles would not slip and slide. He is a true Gentleman is Mr Douglas Bulpitt.

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AT the back of Ulmarra, we have a SHED. Its a fine shed and VERY old. We have now discovered that the house was built in 1908 by W.B. HAFFENDEN. Out past the shed is the wetland area which fills with birds and where I watched the brolgas dance.

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The attic appears in early photographs of the house. I didn’t expect that. I thought it were a recent addition but that doesn’t appear to be the case. Its from the attic that I look above the sheds to the wetlands and this first month in residence, they have been wet in the extreme.

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In SOUTH GRAFTON is the EMPORIUM. It was once the CITY STORES. I am finding some tales from South Grafton in earlier times.

http://clarenceandulmarra.wordpress.com/

I eat at the EMPORIUM and go to the MUSIC CAFE. This weekend, The Emporium hosted harp and vocal workshops. They do a fine curry as well as being open long hours 6 days a week.

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I thought, after my early investigative visits to Grafton, that our usual Cafe Way of Life might be extremely limited on the Clarence but that was a needless worry. I have far more variety and far more pleasant venues here than I did on the Tweed and certainly on the Gold Coast. I am simply not your GC Woman.

Give me the EMPORIUM any day !

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Or our WIDE RIVER CAFE just down the road in COLDSTREAM STREET. Lizzy and Mum make the pies. Andrew turns out a wicked COLD REMEDY juice and Sundays there will be music in the courtyard (as soon as the water dries up and the pavers can be laid). Next door Robin and the girls have their artwork and miscellaneous etceteras including beautiful ceramics.

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One effect of so much wet is that I have become very familiar with the view from the back windows. Coldstream Street features some fine old fences. The Recreation ground is just beyond the one in the picture. Its been too inundated here to find out what happens at the Recreation ground in SMALL PARK. The park is not SMALL. Small was one of the first settlers on the Clarence and his name is on the Park.

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The fence on the left is part of the COLDSTREAM STREET fencing network. I feel that I ought to know the name of this type of fencing. My father who was a carpenter of integrity would most certainly have explained it to me in years gone by. All I know is that I like the old wood and the shadows cast. This fence leads to home for me.

LIVING IN THE NORTH

Whilst acknowledging that its not the North to those further up the Australian map, for me this is the NORTH. Coming across JIM BELSHAW’s NEW ENGLAND Blog put a match to a few wee sticks of smouldering resentments which I have been allowing to burn softly. “Resentment” isn’t applicable to all of the issues. Some are simply observations. They are, however, wee sticks on a fire which flares now and then.

 

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One of these wee smouldering sticks is this. Peter Knox, BCA Hons. MA. Hons. PhD Canditate through University of Wollongong, interrupted his  PhD Candidature for 2 years, 2006/2007 to participate in the research and development of the huge AUSTLIT PROJECT

AUSTLIT.
AustLit is a non-profit collaboration between twelve Australian Universities and the
National Library of Australia providing authoritative information on hundreds of thousands of creative and critical Australian literature works relating to more than 100,000 Australian authors and literary organisations. Its coverage spans 1780 to the present day.

On completion of his contract with AUSTLIT and having become enamoured of the NORTH, he decided to continue his PhD in this Region and proceeded to apply to the Universities of New England and the Southern Cross with the intention of transferring from UOW. Both establishments found themselves unable to take on this candidature for various reasons including lack of anyone capable of supervising this particular thesis. None of these included verbal or personal contact. Simple email responses with one exception.

I have no intention of fighting Peter’s fights for him. He is able to do that.

My burning sticks are these:

Peter’s thesis is about Melinda Kendall, a poetess born in NSW in 1815 and one of the very early settlers of the Clarence.  I, myself, would like to see her story emerge from the heavily forested rivers of history but it appears it won’t be done with the support of UNE or SCU. Odd! One element of Peter’s request for transfer was “the very fact of her presence in this region and that  the University of New England, like the University of Wollongong, doesn’t seem to be situated philosophically and academically in the area of its physical location.”  

Is there not a simple basic  courtesy in the way we deal with one another academically? 

Are there so many PhD Candidates applying for transfer  that personal interviews would exhaust the valuable time and energies of the prospective supervisors and institutions?

In the meantime, UOW continues to support this project at a distance whilst leaving the Northern Universities unruffled by Southern Invasion.

And in a less rankled way. The NEW ENGLAND STATE BLOG, aroused in me a desire to see the area which has been home to me and mine for generations , truly retrieved from the shadows and not only by the Genealogists and Volunteers who work hard to keep safe the fragments of a barely examined past.

In the ARCHIVES in ARMIDALE, we were really shown the ropes and I was MOST IMPRESSED. It even smelt sacred in there.

 

The CLARENCE RIVER HISTORICAL SOCIETY was equally cooperative as was the TWEED RIVER MUSEUM and the CAMDEN HAVEN HISTORICAL SOCIETY.

Nevertheless, it seems to me, as a NSW Northerner, with a passion in particular for the RIVERS, that the next development in historical maturity would do well to involve far more  tertiary level involvement.

 

http://www.austlit.edu.au/

AUSSIE DAY EVE AT ILNAM

CHECK IZZY FOREAL’S SITE

http://izzyforeal.wordpress.com/

 

WISER AND BROADER MINDS

ALBERT SCHWEITZER

The fundamental rights of [humanity] are,

first: the right of habitation;

second, the right to move freely;

third, the right to the soil and subsoil, and to the use of it;

fourth, the right of freedom of labor and of exchange;

fifth, the right to justice;

sixth, the right to live within a natural national organization; and

seventh, the right to education.

ALBERT SCHWEITZER

Civilization can only revive when there shall come into being in a number of individuals a new tone of mind, independent of the prevalent one among the crowds, and in opposition to it — a tone of mind which will gradually win influence over the collective one, and in the end determine its character. Only an ethical movement can rescue us from barbarism, and the ethical comes into existence only in individuals.

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ANATOLE FRANCE

The law, in its majestic equality, forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges, to beg in the streets, and to steal bread.

http://www.wisdomquotes.com/cat_justice.html
Take a look at this page for more concepts of SOCIAL JUSTICE including

DOM HELDER CAMARA

When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.

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And one Roman Catholic Priest. I am a lapsed childhood Methodist but I like this man.

http://www.ronrolheiser.com/

Inside of everything that’s best in us, we hear an invitation to join him there: To live in pain rather than lower our standards, to risk being alone rather than compromise who we really are, and to be lonely, mighty lonely even, rather than to sell ourselves short.

Any definition of a culture of peace must address the problem of achieving justice for communities and individuals who do not have the means to compete or cope without structured assistance and compassionate help.
Mahnaz Afkhami

http://www.cultureofpeace.org/quotes/justice-quotes.htm

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Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
MARTIN LUTHER KING.

I have friends who do considerable good in the world, and I don’t seem able to do that but I just read this;

“Whatever you do may seem insignificant, but it is important that you do it.” — Mohandas Gandhi

Important perhaps for the single mother who on becoming PARTNERED found SHE was not eligible for a training course, only her new male partner was. Lucky he was a nice bloke. Take a look at the amount of personal power that a young woman loses when partnering as a single parent and at the pressures it puts on all members of the newly forming family.

“We don’t have to agree on everything but we should be known for disagreeing well and respectfully.” – Shane Claiborne

I wish I did that better. More moderately and without bursting into tears.

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Daniel Berrigan, SJ
“… we are that small and assailed and powerless group of people who are nonviolent in principle and who are willing to suffer for our beliefs in the hope of creating something very different for those who will follow us. It is we who feel compelled to ask, along with, let’s say, Bonhoeffer or Socrates or Jesus, how man is to live as a human being and how his communities are to form and to proliferate as instruments of human change and of human justice; and it is we who struggle to do more than pose the questions—but rather, live as though the questions were all-important, even though they cannot be immediately answered.”

—from “A Dialogue With Radical Priest Daniel Berrigan” in Time(March 22, 1971

 

“It is better to be generous than just. It is sometimes better to sympathize instead of trying to understand.”
~ Pierre Lecompte de Nouy

Now I’m going back to my SILVER THREADS AND GOLDEN NEEDLES Site of quotes and proverbs with images. The theme will be continued there.

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CLAY DJUBAL and PETER KNOX

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One enormous project that has been underway at UQ and several other Halls of Academia is one by the name of AUSTLIT. The site tells us this:

AustLit is a non-profit collaboration between twelve Australian Universities and the National Library of Australia providing authoritative information on hundreds of thousands of creative and critical Australian literature works relating to more than 100,000 Australian authors and literary organisations. Its coverage spans 1780 to the present day.

I am not actually writing about AUSTLIT. I am writing about 2 of the researchers involved in the Project.  Peter Knox and Dr Clay Djubal.

I am not actually writing about them either. Not in any Intellectual manner. I am inclined to honour them instead for their baking abilities.  Dr Djubal arrived at The Cottage on The Hill one fine day all the way from Brisbane and supposedly for a hard day’s work with Peter.  He was, in fact, bringing SCONES. With cream and jam. The lads did appear to deal with some degree of business activity but the highlight was MORNING TEA. Peter is a BAGEL baker but failed to produce any on this occasion. BRAINY, BEAUTIFUL and gifted BAKERS. 

NEW SITE FOR DR CLAY DJUBAL’S ALTER EGO – HAVE GRAVITY WILL THREATEN

http://havegravity.com/

About HGWT

Originally founded in Armidale (NSW) as S.T.D. Music, Hire and Promotion (1983) by Clay Djubal, Have Gravity Will Threaten (HGWT) is an independent specialist publisher of music, plays, poetry and images from writers, musicians, composers, bands and photographers who emerged out of the New England region of New South Wales during the ‘pub rock’ era of the 1970s and 1980s. After being based in Sydney during the mid- late 1980s HGWT was re-established in Stafford Heights (Brisbane) in 1993.

 

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