…mp3 download of ‘Glad to Join the Army’ from the album ‘Hey, Big Splendour’ by Cathoel & the New Government…
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…work is alive with the spirit of a generous woman whose poetry speaks of abundance. There is a vivid awareness of the world’s situation here, so we know the hope Jorss rakes up in these poems is hard won, conjured from her life-giving imagination. This book is a vast and a brilliant plea that we stay alive to the possibilities of Jorss’s world, where the living atmosphere is sweet to breathe, where the light shines for reading.” “A writer to chang…
…ts symbols, life, rootless and adrift on the tides of fate, would fail and die. Fairly early in my life, thinking of the Bushman symbolism as I had done from the beginning, I thought of the lightning and the light in the Bushman eye staring back at the lightning as images of consciousness and awareness, and I ended up where I still stand today by thinking of lightning as the call to the battle for increase of awareness which is the imperative in c…
…ks which seem both wobbly and solid. “Most people like the hectic,” he suggested (it makes more sense in German). “Never stopping for a minute.” “To never need to think!” I said. “To never… never die, right?” He nodded his head and we gazed at each other with a feeling, or so it seemed to me, on this one subject of utter likemindedness. Us & the owls. Hoo hoo….
…them is vaccinated.’” Dr Brian Morton, a GP who is also chair of the council of general practice for the Australian Medical Association, “wishes we all knew more about the lives of our forebears, those who lived in the 1920s and 1930s when it was common to lose siblings to childhood diseases. ‘We don’t have access to that community memory, knowing what it was really like to see your family members sick or die with it.’” These thoughts in response…
…re sophisticated velvetty maroon flowers, I filched a bit, peeled from the undermost hem of the plant where the person caring for it would lose least enjoyment. A few paces further on I found an empty plastic cup. Scooped up a cupful of leaves for the bottom layer and then a handful of rich dark friable soil. Stowed the incipient plantmonster in there and will nurture it until it has begun to send out some roots, hopefully before I leave Berlin, s…
…nesting time all framed in glowing windows, everyone else has a family to come home to, a loved one to choose for, trusted friends to cook for and visit and call. I wish there was a sure way of dispelling this treacherous fantasy. I wish I had a way of reaching those who suffer this season, including my former self, to ask them to hold on, to try to let the joy emerge again. Because it will. I remember seasons in my life when I asked myself, can…