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Sunday, March 31, 2019

The Sunday Muse # 49




the risk was enormous
she climbed over the mountains
at night
with her two young children
to escape the crippling regime
where freedom of speech was curtailed
where thoughts were censored
where the walls had ears
to get to the country of freedom
far far away
at the bottom of the world























but just lately
a chilling feeling of deja vu
drifted across her psyche
a goose had crossed over her grave






















it was just possible
her dangerous mountain escape
was for nothing









Ernst Willheim

ANU College of Law Research Seminar

Ernst Willheim


Australians reading about secret trials in foreign countries tend to content themselves in the belief that in Australia we have an open court system and an independent judiciary. After all, freedom of speech, the rule of law and an open and independent court system are basic bulwarks of our democracy. Aren’t they?

In this talk Ernst Willheim will challenge that comfortable assumption drawing on the extraordinary prosecution of Canberra lawyer Bernard Collaery and Witness K for disclosure of the illegal bugging of the Timor Leste cabinet by Australia’s intelligence agency ASIS in the course of bilateral boundary negotiations between Australia and Indonesia. Another Australian intelligence agency ASIO later raided Collaery’s legal office and seized confidential legal advice to his client Timor Leste. The proceedings are being shielded from public scrutiny. Ernst will discuss the importance of openness in judicial proceedings and the importance of the constitutional principle of freedom of political communication in relation to disclosure of wrongful conduct by public authorities.

Speakers

  • Ernst Willheim »


Friday, March 29, 2019

Roald Dahl


Television

The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set --
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've been,
We've watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone's place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotised by it,
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They don't climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
And wash the dishes in the sink --
But did you ever stop to think,
To wonder just exactly what
This does to your beloved tot?
IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!
HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES!
'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say,
'But if we take the set away,
What shall we do to entertain
Our darling children? Please explain!'
We'll answer this by asking you,
'What used the darling ones to do?
'How used they keep themselves contented
Before this monster was invented?'
Have you forgotten? Don't you know?
We'll say it very loud and slow:
THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ,
AND READ and READ, and then proceed
To READ some more. 




 Great Scott! Gadzooks!
One half their lives was reading books!
The nursery shelves held books galore!
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!
And in the bedroom, by the bed,
 



More books were waiting to be read!
Such wondrous ,fine, fantastic tales
Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales
And treasure isles, and distant shores
Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,
And pirates wearing purple pants,
And sailing ships and elephants,
And cannibals crouching 'round the pot,
Stirring away at something hot.
(It smells so good, what can it be?
Good gracious, it's Penelope.)
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter
With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,
And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,
And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-
Just How The Camel Got His Hump,
And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,
And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,
There's Mr. Rat and Mr. Mole-
Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books,
Ignoring all the dirty looks,
The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,
And children hitting you with sticks-
Fear not, because we promise you
That, in about a week or two
Of having nothing else to do,
They'll now begin to feel the need
Of having something to read.
And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy!
You watch the slowly growing joy
That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen
They'll wonder what they'd ever seen
In that ridiculous machine,
That nauseating, foul, unclean,
Repulsive television screen!
And later, each and every kid
Will love you more for what you did. 


– Roald Dahl (1916-1990)


Loved this poem....a lot of fun.

Although mind you 'cannibals around the pot' might be considered too traumatic and racist for the kiddies today in our politically correct ,culturally marxist progressive society.

Reading is such a dangerous pursuit.Particularly when exploring different views and interpretations on a relevant topic. It encourages independent thought and enquiring minds .This may not suit the powers that be on any side of politics who find it easier to control a herd mentality through social media including television.

Geoffrey Robertson the eminent QC human rights lawyer said his best teacher would not be allowed to teach in the present school system . He told Geoffrey he was very bright and was wasting his time at school . He said go the Mitchell Library a few days a week and read everything you can. He did. Result...a spectacular career.Nowadays the teacher would be charged with breaching a duty of care with the possibility of a custodial sentence and Geoffrey would be placed in a juvenile detention centre.

OK I'll stop now....Let's keep it trivial...Not the age for the TS

For The Weekend










Thursday, March 28, 2019

Three Pictures At An Exhibition


  • afternoon                  centuries                 silence                          sugar                        forbidden
  • untried                       dust                        march                          teasingly                      rise
  • primrose                   shadows                  inseparable                    open                        strawberry
  • smudge                      song                        bowl                             yellow                          care



a smudge of strawberry sugar
on her lips
opening her mouth teasingly
not a care in the world
forbidden fruit the sweetest

a bowl of  yellow primrose
open buds casting shadows
on a march autumn afternoon
a young couple full of hope
inseparable
their love untried


centuries of dust
in this silent place
no bird song here
poverty giving rise
to seditious thoughts
revolution



Wednesday, March 27, 2019

Solitude




An exclusive sneak peek at how I'll be spending my birthday

This is quite an accurate description of my life.

This will be me on Valentines Day

You have NO messages.

Me on the weekends

I 'm going to end up alone for the rest of my life




heartbreaking
all the comments
on this you tube clip

so many alone
in a society devoid
of compassion and humanity
sinking fast into the abyss
when it comes to  what really matters
yep...old human needs

solitude is a luxury for those
who have someone  wonder
where they are when they
don't come home at night



“Having someone wonder where you are when you don't come home at night is a very old human need. ”
― Margaret Mead



Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Nasrin Sotoudeh

https://www.nytimes.com/2019/03/13/opinion/iran-nasrin-sotoudeh.html

Nasrin Sotoudeh  an internationally renowned human rights lawyer jailed in Iran, has been handed a new sentence that her husband said was 38 years in prison and 148 lashes.Her crime? Defending the rights of women in Iran,


















today
i went swimming
alone
in the blue green ocean
on a beautiful autumn day

today
i drove to my local pub
alone
to buy some wine
to have with dinner tonight

nasrin will never know
what that is like
nasrin will never know
what it is like to be afforded
the rights of a human being

it fills me with horror
to know that in countries like mine
(filthy decadent western ones)
a stray cat
has more human rights than
this remarkable courageous woman


this continuing nightmare
this cruelty to women
this abominable abuse
has got to come to an end
somehow
it just cannot go on and on

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed, citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.”
Margaret Mead 



(please support her in any way you can)





Sunday, March 24, 2019

Sunday Muse # 48





















my great aunt's house
memories of a gentler time
when childhood was
steeped in innocence
kiss curls hairpins and pinnies


Friday, March 22, 2019

Wednesday, March 20, 2019

Midweek Motif - Poets United




when voltaire's great revolutionary concept

'i may not agree with you but i will defend
your right to express it'

is denied

we no longer have freedom of speech


when the owners of the media
select what we see and do not see
according to their political bias

we are not free

when differing opinions are labelled as unacceptable
and ultimately shut down

we are in chains


when one must be fearful of  the consequence
of  holding opinions differing from the popular prevailing views

we live in a totalitarian state

we are not free
we are disempowered























we have simply exchanged
one set of dangerous labels for another






Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Mrs Rochester



inseparable
her and her little bird
tucked away in the attic

it flew straight our ot her mind
on to her hand
she'll call it jane


The Sunday Muse # 47

Monday, March 11, 2019

Sunday Flowers


he knew she loved flowers
it was her birthday
he wanted to be more than
just good friends
he wanted to be
her special person
he was not good with words

The Sunday Muse # 46

Saturday, March 9, 2019

International Women's Day Thoughts



all the leaves are brown
and the sky is grey  
i went for a walk
on a winter's day

it's autumn here
a lovely cool grey day
all we need is rain

this golden oldie
with bad flute playing
sparks a flash back to
mini skirts
waist length braided locks
boots
women's liberation
vietnam moritoriums
the sexual revolution
simone de beauvoir
the second sex

so many years ago
so many lives ago
so many changes since
so many gone

i'm still here

still slapping misogynist faces
with wet roses
much to the amazement and
barely concealed disappointment
of many

and still wondering
what i am going to do
when i grow up:)



Thursday, March 7, 2019

Steely Dan - Do It Again





FOR ALL
the faded hipsters
BOP
till you
DROP

Wednesday, March 6, 2019

Through A Small Child's Eyes Darkly



















Midweek Motif - Poets United



she had never heard of the golden rule
her kindness and devotion to others
was  intrinsic - a second skin

she did not need chapter and verse
to instil charity into her own sweet heart
she was the sun that made the gospels shine

hers was to give without receiving
and everyone took and took
mercilessly
until the golden goose
was depleted and of no more use to them
like her ancient silk stocking bag with the goose head
and her old  war time musty furs
smelling of face powder and cologne
hanging in the wardrobe

at the end
without complaint
without bitterness
she sat alone in the rain
there was no elephant to shelter her

i remember
how could i forget





Tuesday, March 5, 2019

At Last by Etta James 1961


Shadorma


slow dancing
in a hong kong bar
you were there
watching me
you should have asked me to dance
i would have said yes

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Sunday, March 3, 2019

The Sunday Muse #45

"Be Free" by Magic Love Crow






his razor sharp beak
will bite her more than once
even so
they are bound together
like the moon and tide

Pantoum Form

Stanza 1
A
B
C
D
Stanza 2
B
E
D
F
Stanza 3
E
G
F
H

Stanza 4
G
C
H
A

Saturday, March 2, 2019

Pantoum
















the sea was warm today

 jelly fish  are having a celebration

 gorging on their favourite meal

 even a wet suit did not deter them



 jelly fish are having a celebration

 microscopic invisible

even a wet suit did not deter them

 the neck their preferred delicacy



microscopic invisible

sea lice living in the seaweed

 the neck their preferred delicacy

 hazard of swimming in a rock pool



sea lice living in the seaweed

gorging on their favourite meal

hazard of swimming in a rock pool

 the sea was warm today