Monday, 13 October 2008

Poetry

There should be more poetry in the world; more in your heart. I think I'll occasionally share with you a poem that "reached" me.


Nothing Is Lost
By Noel Coward

Deep in our sub-conscious, we are told
Lie all our memories, lie all the notes
Of all the music we have ever heard
And all the phrases those we loved have spoken,
Sorrows and losses time has since consoled,
Family jokes, out-moded anecdotes
Each sentimental souvenir and token
Everything seen, experienced, each word
Addressed to us in infancy, before
Before we could even know or understand
The implications of our wonderland.
There they all are, the legendary lies
The birthday treats, the sights, the sounds, the tears
Forgotten debris of forgotten years
Waiting to be recalled, waiting to rise
Before our world dissolves before our eyes
Waiting for some small, intimate reminder,
A word, a tune, a known familiar scent
An echo from the past when, innocent
We looked upon the present with delight
And doubted not the future would be kinder
And never knew the loneliness of night.

Friday, 26 September 2008

Chicken or egg?

I am yet to work out whether I would be better off writing a journal entry first, then copying stuff here, or vice versa, like Campfire 1 (Remember that BA? Now THAT was an interesting exercise. I wonder if 20six is still going...)
Below, for example, is a blog entry I prepared earlier...

I often check the photoblogs around here. I enjoy photographs, though:

1) "I don't know much about art, but I know what I like", and

2) I prefer Diane Arbus and Robert Mapplethorpe (I have a couple of Mapplethorpe images of Patty Smith in my classroom. Keeps the 12 year olds wondering.) to Lord Litchfield or Max Dupain. (Am I being unAustralian?)

Anyway, following an interesting sounding photoblog title, I ended up at a place with about a dozen photos of...

cats.

I may have mentioned before, there are too many bloody cats. And too many people. And too many people with tattoos. Can't abide tattoos. And, of course, too many people who own cats and have tattoos. If I ever see a cat with a tattoo - especially a tattoo of a tattooed person holding a cat - I'll freak.

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