Tag Archives: ULMARRA

JUNE 1 2011 :On distant mirages, my grandparents’ house Floats. It appears beside me While I’m balancing oddly, Teetering between turns in my life. Jean Kent.

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This is the country
Where feelings stay unspoken.
In the home paddock of the head,
Harvesting is private. Between the ripening
Thoughts and the reality of speech,
there is always this silence
this space between warzones
bordering us as the verandah
boards the deep space
between the heart of the house
and the world.

JEAN KENT.

http://www.publicmemory.org/ToowoombaLiteraryHistory/TLH-AuthenticIndividuals.htm

FOTO – OLD HOUSE IN ULMARRA. 2009 MAY.

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FEBRUARY 13 2012 : Alice Waters: To nourish someone is to feed them deeply something that’s very good for them.

http://www.nourishlife.org/2011/03/nourish_means/

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Rather, country is a living entity

with a yesterday, today and tomorrow, with a consciousness, and a will toward life.

Because of this richness, country is home, and peace; nourishment for body, mind,

and spirit; heart’s ease.

DEBORAH BIRD ROSE . NOURISHING TERRAINS.

 

 

JANUARY 25 2012 : They’re fancy talkers about themselves, writers. If I had to give young writers advice, I would say don’t listen to writers talk about writing or themselves. Lillian Hellman.

http://koti.mbnet.fi/pasenka/quotes/q-writ.htm

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After Lunch

Asleep on his towel,
an old man’s chest-hairs conduct
the afternoon sea.

LES MURRAY.

 

JANUARY 12 2012 : Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it. Russel Baker

from the wonderful QUOTE GARDEN.

http://www.quotegarden.com/summer.html

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PATIENCE

By Lisa Gorton

Stairs that rise to unused rooms, their amber afternoons:
hours that bear the weight – mahogany as patience –
of a bed made smooth and leather-bound books sequestered
like shoes queuing – the wrong way – to step out;
goods that wait in dressing-table drawers,
pink shimmer lipstick stubs, a sunset blush,
your hair still tangled – fast – in tortoise shell,
a silver compact – of flesh-coloured dust.
Rooms as expectant as looking glass. Even their windows
waiting for you – to step into air and speak.

http://www.australianpoetrycentre.org.au/?page_id=1291

JUNE 8 2011: "One never notices what has been done; one can only see what remains to be done." Marie Curie

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Pioneers By Frank Hudson

We are the old-world people,
Ours were the hearts to dare;
But our youth is spent, and our backs are bent,
And the snow is on our hair.
 

Take now the fruit of our labour,
Nourish and guard it with care,
For our youth is spent, and our backs are bent.
And the snow is on our hair.

http://www.oldaussierecipes.com/famousaussiepoetry.htm

FOTO – ULMARRA FOREALTY TOWERS JUNE 2009

JUNE 5 2011 : If you want to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first create the universe. Carl Sagan.

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http://www.worldquotes.org/1679/ice-cream-day-quotes/

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The Drovers’ Cook

by Thomas John Quilty

Now the drovers cook weighed 15 stone and he had one bloodshot eye,
He had no laces in his boots and no buttons on his fly.
His pants hung loosely round his hips, hitched by a piece of wire,
And they concertinaed round his boots, in a way that you’d admire.

Well he stuck the billy on the boil and then emptied out his pipe,
And with his greasy shirt sleeve, he gave his nose a wipe.
And with pipe in mouth he mixed a sod and a drip hung from his chin,
As he mixed the damper up, the drip kept dripping in.

I walked quietly over to him and I said "toss that mixture out,

And in future when you’re working keep your pipe out of your mouth".
Ooh he stood erect and eyed me, with such a dirty look.

And he said in choice Australian, "Get another bloody cook"

http://www.oldaussierecipes.com/aussiefoodpoems.htm

FOTO – WIDE RIVER CAFE ULMARRA JUNE 2009.

JUNE 4 2011: After the verb ‘To love’, ‘To help’ is the most beautiful verb in the world.

Bertha Von Suttnerhttp://www.prozitude.com/

KIDS VISIT 100

Then Laugh
By Bertha Adams Backus

Build for yourself a strong box,
fashion each part with care;
When it’s strong as your hand can make it,
put all your troubles there;

Hide there all thought of your failures;
and each bitter cup that you quaff;
Lock all your heartaches within it,
Then sit on the lid and laugh.

Tell no one else its contents,
Never its secrets share;
When you’ve dropped in your care and worry
keep them forever there;

Hide them from sight so completely
That the world will never dream half;
Fasten the strongbox securely.
Then sit on the lid and laugh.

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http://rinabeana.com/poemoftheday/index.php/category/bertha-adams-backus/

FOTO – REMOVING BERTHA THE FRIDGE FROM UNDER THE HOUSE WHERE THE FLOODS HAD TRASHED HER. JUNE 2009 ULMARRA.