lego

Tonight I had dinner with a good friend, and long story short, we talked a little about lego. Then I thought of this song.

And the stormy weather tonight provided wonderful building blocks for writing the best song in the history of the universe, I’m guessing. But alas, I am not a song writer.

But there is still this awesome song. So if you need a dance break (of course you I do) 

meditation (revisited)

There, in the eye,

Love’s figure, fissured

by colours cryptic, satiating,

whispered Wisdom – the Calm under millennia,

reaching out, with a tenderness that can’t be borne,

the Loving Gaze through blood stained windows,

the Gentle peeling of inside tattoos

(tendrilling mercilessly around throats),

that He incises

into His heart

 

 

 

Assiduous Respiratory Therapy

She drew back the curtains with all the care that wasn’t in the world. It was the only way she knew how. To stop the time. To restart his breathing.
(I could have that wrong – it might be, that she was the only one who knew how to do it. No one remembered. No one cared.)

The air was so thick with the calligraphy they had forced out of him. She uncurled it and  admired it in the twilight/non-time.  All things considered, it was still exquisite.

She had a new idea. And when he read her thought, he sat bolt up right, smiling.

 

 

the detective 2: diegetic mozart

If you’re not reading this series Steve’s started, well, you should. Imho, of course. He’s brilliant. And hilarious. ❤

inconstant light

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A detective, his client, the mystery of what lies beyond the quotidian sea, and a marginally relevant precedent.

The sunlight hurts my eyes,
I’m unaccustomed to the lack of walls,
and I miss the certainties
my office prison offered me.

My client gives me glasses, dark,
and thoughtfully plasters zinc cream
on my nose,
but the world is not as I expected.

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Echoes of Purple

One of my favourite parts of this time of year! Thanks for this Raili!

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It’s that time of the year when many of the streets in Adelaide are coloured purple.

As the flowers fall the streets below are carpeted in purple. Simply stunning, the flowering jacaranda is known by students to be the harbinger for end of year exams.

Jacaranda mimosifolia, if grown from seed, can take anywhere from seven to fourteen years before it flowers. For a jacaranda tree to be considered ‘mature’ it is probably twenty years old. They can live up to 75 years and grow as tall as 50 feet.

Interestingly, the jacaranda is not native to Australia. They found their way here from Brazil. However, our climate seems to suit them very well as they thrive here.

©  Raili Tanska

Steps for Peace
Let your eyes feast on the beauty of nature. It feeds the Soul. 

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it’s in the title

or it isn’t

I probably meant that

or I didn’t.

am I awake now

or I’m isn’t.

did I mean that

no you didn’t.

where’s the pilot

don’t look closely

but we want that

Process?

or

It

Will?

Only

You

Can

Decide

When…

(please stop eating everything.)

 

this was written after a chat with Tony Single. Thanks for the encouragement Tony!

 

She loved this dream.

Well, not at first.

First there was terror, terror as the engine stalled. Right above the middle of the ocean. And there were loved ones on board, asleep and unaware of the rolling waves. Waves voluminous with the sinister of the blackest galaxies…

Waking with the resolutionary tearing of fabric, she froze herself in the dive, the dive into the two dimensional whirlpool. The whirlpool of her own pencilled colours, symphoning themselves into place.

The green and the blue.

 

(I’m posting this song again, because I love it, and my brain seems to like how it messes with it)

get back, cavepeople

the hollowing out –

those sneaky,

serrated lies,

the one sided skies

raining entitled cries

of urgency falling

on friends’ patient ears

your _____ ego turned

on a lathe made of tears?/fears?/arrears? what is it today?

get back in your cave

so illumined by you

poor me in the dark

my ‘old fashioned’ world view

of love and respect

so twisted and skewed

by humanity’s addiction

to $%$@ing  up any ideology for its own disgusting selfish power plays

wait, you’ve got me so sad

I messed up the meter…

but I’ll try really hard

to fit in something like peter

 

as in,

out.

A Promising Proposition (part 1)

And for something a little different…if you’re interested in some dry commentary along a particular bus route in London, (of course you are), as well as not bus route related material, check this out. (Er this post is not bus related, but this series of events will truly grip you. 😁)

Number 43

I thought I would share an interesting email recently received. I really think that my luck may have eventually changed.

Sir/Madam,

Goodday for today,bearing in mind the nature of the content of this letter coming from a person without any referral, I apologize for any inconvenience, but please read and objectively consider if we can work this together.

I am Razali Nizam, an attorney at law. A deceased client of mine who died as a result of high blood pressure (H.B.P) on the 30th November 2006, because he lost his wife and the only daughter in the 2004 tsunamis natural disaster while on  holiday in Aceh, Indonesia.

I have contacted you to assist in distributing the money left behind by my client before it is confiscated or declared unserviceable by the bank when this deposit valued at $15.5million dollars is lodged. This bank has issued me a notice to contact…

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