Wednesday, 12 September 2018

poem for daughter:light on light, the sailor's light, to look out bright upon the water, to see the stars and see the sight and hold in arms a perfect daughter. where will you go, what will you see, when clouds are on the water? i will love you all through the time that gails upon the border.


Men & Women: I don't really know women. I can't know women. I have loved some women and they have loved me, just as unknowingly and blindly as I have loved them. In that loving blindness we grew good families. At almost 65, Life remains a remarkable and beautiful mystery to me...and yet I know 'me' very well now, but the rest of the Mystery and Majic of this, my simple one life, amongst my comrade collective billions of absolute equal beings, continues within me and then without me. I'm happy to be here. I'm relatively sane. I have a good heart and a fair mind. I have no idea how any of that ever happened. No idea at all. In the great scheme of things... there is no great scheme of things, but it is a good thing, and I think the best thing, along the way, to have a sweet long kiss (with a tongue or two) and to wish each other well. The world is for all and there is plenty of room in it for all of us, otherwise we wouldn't be here at all.


2 indigenous young boys in Perth died last night, drowned themselves in the Swan River, escaping from police who wanted to know why they were climbing fences through people's yards at night and tinkering with their windows and door knobs, as the people who lived there were concerned, so called the police. The boys families are blaming the police. The Racist police. True. Grief is like that. Why did the US invade Iraq when Iraq was the only bastion against Al Queda who caused the trouble on 9/11? Grief is like that. Grief is primal. Grief doesn't exist to make sense to us. The role of grief is to teach us how to survive the future, and we usually don't learn that at all. We react with hate instead and remain more primitive than arcane grief, the great teacher, itself. As Dylan Thomas noted: We are not wholly bad nor good we, any of us, who live Under Milkwood.


Tuesday, 28 August 2018

Generally, you'd expect about 10% of Australians to be knuckle-dragging fuckwits terrified of Foreigners in general. That is to be expected in our First World Society. When economic times get hard, as they are, and will continue to be, then that percentage jumps to around 15%. It is remarkable to me that the Government of Australia is based upon the fear of 10-15% of its population. An advanced society will put into process mechanisms by which they have a moral dimension to ratify the beliefs of the majority, rather than a fickle borderline minority. Politicians, instead of doing the cheap easy Knee Jerk response of appeasing the 10-15% of knuckle dragging fuckwits really have to think hard and work out something better than what exists now, in terms of Immigration, and to work very very hard at it. We pay them a lot. We pay them a lot more than we ever get...and they get better conditions and salaries and perks than we will ever experience in our lives...and all we get is fat pigs who will spread the fear of Foreign Devil people rather than meet their job description requirements. Why do they do that? Because they are just fucking lazy. We deserve a lot better than the Government we have.


It appears that Peter Dutton's moral passion for keeping out illegal folk from Australia doesn't extend to nice looking French au pair girls sponsored by his mates. Obviously a man of some convictions...with more to come I expect. Rich white South African Farmers, nice looking French au pair girls...I guess it all comes under his authority in terms of Home Affairs. What a Government. What a dick.