I accept
3. To Mr X: I chased the dream of you across Newtown metallic and absent as a dragonfly until I looked in my left pocket and found you'd stuffed it with your own self-portrait.
4. I have already done a version of this with my experimenting but I will throw my life open
once again. Leave directions in the comments. I will do as instructed and report back.
Tricksy but not undefeatable
Exhaustion feels the same as despair. You'd know this if you've got the tide marks of despair in your eyes. I can see it if you have, it is instantly distinguishable, like a tattoo or a birthmark or the woman who carries the memory of rape.
There is a granular feel to my mind. All things slipping off one another made of mercury gravel. This is a night for ignoring thought and remembering that exhaustion is not the same as despair, no matter how similar the clothing.
There is a granular feel to my mind. All things slipping off one another made of mercury gravel. This is a night for ignoring thought and remembering that exhaustion is not the same as despair, no matter how similar the clothing.
Excogitate or just plain cogitate
"This country's planted thick laws from coast to coast... and if you cut them down... d'you really think you could stand upright in the winds that would blow then?" Robert Bolt A Man for All Seasons.
What is it about the law that has such a hold on me? I am sitting here on my bed in Grizelda's shower cap with dye periodically dribbling down behind my ears wondering about the nature of reason and justice. Gleeson CJ [CJ refers to Chief Justice] says in his book The Rule of Law and the Consitution "Law is not the enemy of liberty; it is its partner." I am not Gleeson CJ's biggest fan it is not secret that Kirby J is my all time favourite High Court judge. I went to hear him speak once and I almost swooned at the end of the lecture. His mind is fabulous. I could almost see the auditorium air fill with whirring cogs and the fog of all knowledge coiled at the merest nod of his head. If I could think. If I could think like that I would, actually I don't know what I would do, most likely I would apply myself diligently to something instead of dying my hair in order to be more ROCK but I digress.
I am once again beginning to think with clarity. I am beginning to be glad that I sacrificed five years of my life to study law. I beginning to think that I can think.
What is it about the law that has such a hold on me? I am sitting here on my bed in Grizelda's shower cap with dye periodically dribbling down behind my ears wondering about the nature of reason and justice. Gleeson CJ [CJ refers to Chief Justice] says in his book The Rule of Law and the Consitution "Law is not the enemy of liberty; it is its partner." I am not Gleeson CJ's biggest fan it is not secret that Kirby J is my all time favourite High Court judge. I went to hear him speak once and I almost swooned at the end of the lecture. His mind is fabulous. I could almost see the auditorium air fill with whirring cogs and the fog of all knowledge coiled at the merest nod of his head. If I could think. If I could think like that I would, actually I don't know what I would do, most likely I would apply myself diligently to something instead of dying my hair in order to be more ROCK but I digress.
I am once again beginning to think with clarity. I am beginning to be glad that I sacrificed five years of my life to study law. I beginning to think that I can think.
I fucked up the feed somehow
This is a boring notification to notify that I have fucked up the feed somehow and you may need to resubscribe but only if you want to. You might be happy rereading the What the hell is this? post forever and ever and ever each day being surprised and delighted by the odd elegance and charm of the giant broom thing.
There's no water!
And I'm not talking about the drought. Grizelda suddenly found herself mid-shower with a head full of shampoo and no way of washing it out. Our landlord had suddenly found it necessary to turn the water off for some reason or other without telling us first, right in the middle of everyone getting ready to go to work. The house is in considerable uproar and I have to confess that I am rather enjoying it. I like a bit of uproar now and then but I am of course terribly glad that I am not the one with the shampoo in my hair.
Actually being stuck with soapy nether regions is a bit of a fear of mine. If I was to lose water in a showering situation I would prefer it to be right at the beginning well before any kind of soap makes an appearance. But back to my own particular problem, I am still suffering from blastoma voodooitis of the mid regions and very much feel that a fully operational toilet would be a handy thing to have. There's the no water situation to be dealt with and the office to be dressed for, there's no point in staying here if there's no water no matter how bad the voodooitis. If only I had had some notice I could have filled the bath with water to flush the toilet with and wash the cat in an emergency cat-washing situation. Oh well, better get on with it.
Actually being stuck with soapy nether regions is a bit of a fear of mine. If I was to lose water in a showering situation I would prefer it to be right at the beginning well before any kind of soap makes an appearance. But back to my own particular problem, I am still suffering from blastoma voodooitis of the mid regions and very much feel that a fully operational toilet would be a handy thing to have. There's the no water situation to be dealt with and the office to be dressed for, there's no point in staying here if there's no water no matter how bad the voodooitis. If only I had had some notice I could have filled the bath with water to flush the toilet with and wash the cat in an emergency cat-washing situation. Oh well, better get on with it.
What in the hell is happening?
The area between my neck and my legs has gone mental. I need some kind of personal emergency ambulance helicopter. It is not a digestive upset, it is not menstrual cramping but something in between. I think I am being attacked by somebody twisting a voodoo doll in the middle. This is the only logical explanation. I feel lightheaded and look fetchingly pale. Consumption? Spazitis of the middle regions? Blastoma of the guts?
Oh wait I know what it is. I've been reading a book called The Constitution and The Rule of Law for fun. I had forgotten I am allergic to the law. I can not digest it without ill effect. It is the artificial reasoning [it is actually called that]. Artificial reasoning is not good for a person. I've lost my counter intuitive legs, been on land too long you see. The sum of human reasoning should be approached with caution, I will don my showjumping helmet and gloves before proceeding. I think its going to be a long night.
Oh wait I know what it is. I've been reading a book called The Constitution and The Rule of Law for fun. I had forgotten I am allergic to the law. I can not digest it without ill effect. It is the artificial reasoning [it is actually called that]. Artificial reasoning is not good for a person. I've lost my counter intuitive legs, been on land too long you see. The sum of human reasoning should be approached with caution, I will don my showjumping helmet and gloves before proceeding. I think its going to be a long night.
What the hell is this?
It looks like a giant broom head but round and hollow. It is across the road and a few houses down. I think I can feel it looking at me through the wall, I'm starting to get a bit worried. I'm also worrying about my sudden and complete obsession with the word glioblastoma or more accurately glioblastoma multiforme. Glioblastoma the word sounds like the most fun it is possible for a person to have without exploding but its meaning is in fact almost the opposite. It is a sort of deadly brain octopus which may or may not be from outer space and will most likely kill you until you are dead. Here lies Dale Rockin' Slamma, she thought she was at a marvellous party and insisted on wearing her Rolling Stones t-shirt right until the very end but it was only glioblastoma multiforme slithering into her brain, may she rest in party.Another excellent word is gliss. or glissando but I prefer the shortened form gliss. The italics are important because the only time I see the word is in a musical score as an instruction in italics so that is how I think of it. I am not so pleased with the actual sound of glissandi in isolation, it is a sound that requires context and I'm not talking Great Balls of Fire here, it shakes my nerves and it rattles my brain.
I spent quite a lot of time this weekend writing an essay about the Marrickville Metro. I am working together ideas of the labyrinth, the Thunderdome, glioblastoma multiforme, newspapers and my own personal happiness. I had a fabulous time writing this essay with all the while in the back of my head the thought of rocking the blog world with the brilliance of my essay post. I sat at the table out on the deck in the lovely winter sunshine having cups of tea and eating pink cupcakes that Grizelda made. I haven't been this happy forever and that's when I put down my pink notepad and pencil and stopped. Sometimes it is the process and not the product that truly matters.
Buskers: Blues dudes: $1.20
These men are not masters of The Blues but I don't think you need to be. The Blues will forgive you almost anything if you can adequately construct its walls and they did. I sat two shops down out the front of Gelatomassi enjoying the cheek sucking in effect of my lemon sorbet joyfully encapsulated by their musical walls. What I love about The Blues is the structure, the resolving and resolving predictability of modulation that creates a safe place to inhabit. Sometimes you are most creatively free within set boundaries and this is a case in point as the harmonica wailed my existence in the house built by guitar. Fuck me I love Newtown.
It is possible that Wil Anderson might want to marry me
Well, you never know. I'm going off to the Enmore to see him, just as soon as I sensibly cook and eat dinner. Wish me luck.
Try this at home
I have developed a handy Home Hitler Self-test. This evening I will perform the test on myself. Can I burn books? Let's find out.
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Think of my own dare? Ok...
1. I dare you to offer your soul to the next person who enters the front door of your house.
2. I dare you to imagine for an entire day that you're walking upside-down, and that there is a constant imminent threat that you will fall into the clouds.
3. I dare you to use the word 'dragonfly' in a sentence that illustrates how much you care about someone.
4. I dare you to make all of your decisions by the role of two dice, a la Beyond the Labyrinth, by Gillian Rubenstein.