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this cup in my hand: some words from another time
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June 2, 2012. Some words from another time. I found this funny old thing. While pulling out a heavy book (on Contemporary Painting in Poland, no less), from the book case. i wrote it back in 2008 - many moons ago, while drowning the friday afternoon sorrows, alone, in a pub, in a town i didn't belong. its a pretty sad story. The title is questionable i know - at least i can say it reflects.well something.). At the pub, people speak,. Of footy clubs and winning horses,. And tales of losses.
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this cup in my hand: rainy weekend at home
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June 3, 2012. Rainy weekend at home. This weekend has been one of indoor quietude. not quite like that quietude that Wendell Berry encourages, of stillness, sans technology and open ears to the birds and the trees. (we live in suburbia, up the street from the coal train line and just over the hill from the steel works - there isn't much of that. Quietude 'round here.). Today, i laid in bed again, keeping safe from the chill and read some of my favourite blogs. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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this cup in my hand: my Grandmas linen
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January 15, 2013. Her thick Polish slur still rings in my ears, despite not having lived near her some 20 years. Being away from her, my family would sit at the dinner table issuing funny slogans of hers in our best Polish-imbued Aussie twang, “Argh, my swveety-line! Halina was reunited with her old beau from Poland, Jurek (George). They married and settled in a migrant camp in the middle of the dry Australian bush of south Western Australia. A place so far from home, so unfamiliar.
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this cup in my hand: . : the eve : .
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March 24, 2012. The eve : . Of my first south coast market adventure. I'm excited and a little nervous. but thoroughly prepared, enough so that my mother would be suitably proud. i might even fill a thermos of hot tea in the morning, as to have plentiful cups of tea on hand throughout the day, in the Berlach tradition. at some stage though, i will visit these guys. And enjoy some real, fresh brewed 'lavender grey' goodness. So i'll get a good nights rest, ready for a big day ahead. The eve : .
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this cup in my hand: March 2012
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March 24, 2012. The eve : . Of my first south coast market adventure. I'm excited and a little nervous. but thoroughly prepared, enough so that my mother would be suitably proud. i might even fill a thermos of hot tea in the morning, as to have plentiful cups of tea on hand throughout the day, in the Berlach tradition. at some stage though, i will visit these guys. And enjoy some real, fresh brewed 'lavender grey' goodness. So i'll get a good nights rest, ready for a big day ahead. The eve : .
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this cup in my hand: June 2012
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June 13, 2012. One of those nights. Bellies. I think i'll craft some of that. Chewy caramel corn, and some pretty strawberry iced cupcakes (with special Hershey's strawberry syrup). It will be a nice evening - one with jazz playing on the long player, whiskey in hand (still) and quiet service to friends. June 3, 2012. Rainy weekend at home. Quietude 'round here.). Today, i laid in bed again, keeping safe from the chill and read some of my favourite blogs. June 2, 2012. Some words from another time. Of al...
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this cup in my hand: that ol' man, Romance
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April 27, 2012. That ol' man, Romance. I've been enjoying myself of late, having recently concluded 2 weeks of holidays, i feel like i've been rested and had time to reflect on beautiful things (instead of programs, reports and professional development). Its not the first time i've been consumed and entranced by the beauty of the 'old romantics'. remember my thing for John Keats. So, i beseech you, enjoy this marvelous moment in film. April 27, 2012 at 11:13 AM. April 27, 2012 at 1:45 PM.
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this cup in my hand: April 2012
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April 27, 2012. That ol' man, Romance. I've been enjoying myself of late, having recently concluded 2 weeks of holidays, i feel like i've been rested and had time to reflect on beautiful things (instead of programs, reports and professional development). Its not the first time i've been consumed and entranced by the beauty of the 'old romantics'. remember my thing for John Keats. So, i beseech you, enjoy this marvelous moment in film. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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this cup in my hand: one of those nights.
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June 13, 2012. One of those nights. Bellies. I think i'll craft some of that. Chewy caramel corn, and some pretty strawberry iced cupcakes (with special Hershey's strawberry syrup). It will be a nice evening - one with jazz playing on the long player, whiskey in hand (still) and quiet service to friends. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Artist. teacher. reader. polo player. music lover. but i would hate to imagine you limit me to these five things. View my complete profile. The Critical Slide Society.
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this cup in my hand: November 2013
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November 18, 2013. Goodness in the gardening. My small suburban slice of paradise, has been flourishing in the most unlikely circumstances of late. one small previously forgotten patch in particular. I'm satisfied that as I commit myself to life and thought in the practice, in doing, I am able to work through and till the soil of my most muddy times. I've never thought I've been very good at growing and most importantly cultivating vegetables. it seems more so that all I needed was the need.
