Speaking of the spirituality, the easy-drinkin’ pub atmosphere ... & good-natured epitome of the folks Down Under.
What a line-up late last night on IFC.
Watching Rabbit-Proof Fence, with an everlasting glass of Modesto Pinot Noir & the company of a good friend: The humanity!
Man; ...the comely and stern-focused pastel masters in long flowing garment & cross-creed have found great fulfillment, over-the-ages, in rejoicing the spoils while whipping their derisive philosophies and intent into those poooor deeply rooted aboriginals they found in THeir NEWLY ACQUIRED NEW WORLDS of bread & honey...which broke-blood & gold and the power of the kingdom wrought via a mere landing. A mere...landing, ...& a jeering blessing. Hello, my name is Oubliette, please understand I mean you no harm. Sorry we couldn’t arrive here sooner...you deprived earthen creatures.... [Sheeeez!]
I suppose the grass is always greener on the other side; ...just as long as ONE can blast one’s way in...& shake a book at the locals who just happen to have no system of... ownership, a well-born spirituality that does not account for despotism...& a tradition of being...tentatively...very warm to visitors.
Heeooowwdee! Glad ta meat-cha, ...NOW...gimee what you’ve got........ Why...it’s pretty...& I neeed to covet it...and this’eer cannon & this’eer gold-leaf-&-leather-bound copy says’ I’m right! ...Open wide, its gon’a sting a bit...but its gooood fer ya. Gona put you sinewy grown-ups ta work, plantin’ & a’pickin’...; won’t that be niiice? Gona put YOU young’ns to schooool. Was-at you say? Slap! ...That ...gibberish...is foul, ...NEVER speak it in my presence again.... ...I love you....
Sheeez. No wonder the situation has gotten graver...even though all ‘round us is inspiration for something better. The antagonist gets +2 +4 on every roll of the dice since the turn of the first screw... Who made-up that rule? The protagonist has only a supporting role in this antique & all-too-real treatment; ...& yet it still holds water today? With all this thinkin’ we’ve been doin?
“...hold me now, oh hold me now
till this hour has gone around
& i’m gone on the rising tide
for to face Van Diemen’s land
it’s a bitter pill i swallow here
to be rent from one so dear
we fought for justice and not for gain
but the magistrate sent me away
now kings will rule and the poor will toil
& tear their hands as they tear the soil
but a day will come in the dawning age
when an honest man sees an honest wage?....”
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What holiday is coming up ? ...Easter? Hmm, ...what shall we celebrate? Chocolate, sugar, cute stuffed bunnies & food colored eggshell...in our pastel Sunday best @ a gathering of mock tradition gone insane...&, yet, rightly right & right ...o’rightly; ...
....OR...a rebirth of wonder...& new life...in the wake of our most democratically inspired earth-in–the-balance act of 2006?
[chuckle/sigh]
...hey, ...don’t get all riled, ...only riffing here; ...it’s poetry. Fodder to the chaff. Worms Roxanne, ...just worms...on damp surface wriggling.... Oxygen inspired verse/prose ramblings & perspiring-id malaise...in the wake of weatherworn doubt...& ever-beaten hope notions...............
YOU’ve got your take, ...let your breakers break; ...i’m all ears...& up 2 m’ calves in push-pull & salt-shined-glass-kernel softground stand. Oh sun & sand so warm to the touch...that it gives one the feeling there IS something just a little more than greed & need to be erudite about this spring.
& there’s toiling to be done, ...soil to be torn. Hopeful notions to be born @ suppertime. Thanx for th’ blessings. Peace.
mine & i wish you and yours all the best, no more no less....
m2b
