AGE: the only thing we are all doing together. I think that for a fair enough time in life you do have to face challenges and draw yourself up to be that person who faced those challenges...in some of the challenges, your success was exemplary, as is natural and personal enough, and some, well, you failed...as is natural and personal enough. What we have done in life has been done well enough. The amazing thing is, is that, for this world, and where we came from, we bothered to care at all, at all. Yet, it is by building this bridge of care over those long years that the young can travel over it now and find their own way....but mind you, I expect that they will still have no idea what they are doing...and I think that's pretty fucking obvious.

BBC: Spaghetti-Harvest in Ticino

MELBOURNE REAL ESTATE: from what i can see, in melbourne, you can buy a nice 2 bedroom 1 bathroom rat house for only $2 million dollars...but who would want to do that? It is still a rat house, and no matter how busy you are making connections and interacting with folk and what is that other word for it..., that 'making important contact' word that eludes me...well, that word anyway...that word that blurs the line between being a human being and being an absolute self serving narcissist cunt...what is that word? ...hang on... ah, that's it...Networking...and all that, after you've eaten out at some Tibetan-Thai cafe, you still have to come home to a rat house...and a fucking tiny dirty noisy rat house at that. Melbourne real estate is not a price bubble, its a rat bubble.

To Ossify a Poem: Now, ossifying can only be done by the living poet themselves, when they take the poem, over the years of word changes etc, and set it for good. Then it has bones, then you can see if it stands up...and that's not up to you at all. That's up to it. by that time you have basically nothing to do with it. the ting with poems is that you write the poem and it is only from the poem that the poet emerges...if at all. we think that artists paint pictures, but it is the pictures that project the artist into a short reality....not the other way round at all.The artist is the projection, and they're usually terrible messy folk and don't last long, that's for sure...same with the good poets. It isnt a long or well paid gig at all, at all. that's the thing...the poem, the painting...it has to be equal to life, but not life...and this involves a certain payment...and it is in the payment that an artist can briefly emerge, but never for long.

none of us can be masters of the art we freely chose to be the servants of. we pass too fast to be involved in the great notions of the gods that bedevil us wit all the manifestations of love.

new job palliative care

New job in ​'​end of life​'​ care starts 24 April, in the Year of Our Lord, 2017...when I'll be putting on the tie...again. It will be a green tie.

​Teaching them doctors and nurses about the elegant and beautiful titrations of the opiates, and the associate gear...

​Til then the mental health work with the addictions and psychosis etc is pretty good,

and I'll keep doin it a bit of mental health, ​even ​later on,

just as a break from the actual serious and difficult work​ of palliative care​, to be sure​...

​​Mental Health Work: The Addictions...etc...​A day's paid holiday within every working week...

as for palliation, per se...of our terminal ills...

​"If you're going to do the job well, it's best to stay away from the fentanyl and oxycodones, to be sure

stick wit Mother Morphia, and the few other Ms... its a natural and organic ting, and we do need it from time to time. Opium has been with us for so long now that we have evolved to have inbuilt lung and brain receptors exactly for it...and for nothing else that comes close.

That's why the good Lord gave Opium to us, in her wisdom.

You don't want people to be seeing those fentanyl rabbits too often or go through those oxycodone horror hours at all. You just want the person to feel okay, and still drive a car home​ if they want to. We are only here for awhile, you know, and the exit should be made as comfortable as the entry, after all, if we have evolved at all...and I doubt that. Still, if midwifery matters, then so does palliation...and just as dearly....We don't have to be so primitive and vicious to the dying any more. The righteous utility of that time has passed and has passed us by."

Cyclone Debbie Wreaks Havoc/ Photo from my own satellite