AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes

AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes
I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Passing Thoughts #1 ~ Memory and DNA


Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A window view in the new Science block at school
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Passing Thoughts #1 ~ Memory and DNA
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Monday Poetry Train Revisited #93
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What if our memory is not really
A function solely of the mind
But the role of all sensory receptors in the body

What if the mind is only one memory storage of a current life

What if DNA is the hunter
The gatherer
The harvester
The collector

What if
We don't always know what we know

What if
It takes an experience to activate
Distant memories

What if
Sometimes
It takes the meeting with
Others
(Any living being
Plant
Human
Maybe energy recognition)
To complete
The puzzle of
Who we really are

Just passing thoughts...
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Friday, August 13, 2010

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Memory ~ Playing Bridge ~ for Jane's Inspirations

Playing Bridge
Some summer moons ago…
I lingered away holidays…
Walking…
Walking familiar drives…
Walking to seek a new look at the small things…
Missed in the daily haste of highways…
Imprisoned lanes
And traffic lights…
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And there, tucked between gaudy facades
Of gummy colours and red hot sales…
Was a park…
A tall tall elm…
And a bench and table…
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Tender coated shapes
Hunched over the table…
Poetically tapered fingers
Lightly held
A bunch of cards…
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2 shadows…playing bridge…
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I began to walk daily…
To the park…
Round the park’s elliptic secrets…
Through the park’s dappling lights…
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And any time…
The dews of morning…
The glare of midday…
The hush of late afternoon…
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Always…
2 shadows…playing bridge…
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But that was many summer moons ago…
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And today a friend told me
I should read a book called Geophysics for the Wandering Spirit…
A book lost in the dust left by
Gummy colours and red hot sales…
But still there…
A tiny crystal trapped in the web of progress
Waiting to be discovered…
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The book was written by some guy with a PhD in Geophysics…
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Who loved to play bridge…
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  • A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent
  • Autumn is an introspective season when stray thoughts of the mind dive into the mystique of the soul - Gemma Wiseman
  • Autumn is the bridesmaid of Summer and the flowergirl of Winter ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • Autumn whispers the tones of yesterday in a minor key ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • Love is born / With a dark and troubled face, / When hope is dead / And in the most unlikely place; / Love is born, / Love is always born. - Michael Leunig's Christmas Song Cycle "Southern Star"
  • Spring paints the stars of heaven in Earth colours ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • Summer sizzles with a sibilant hush / Broken by dreams of / Clinking ice ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. - G.K. Chesterton
  • Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz
  • Winter is the fire, simmering lonely in the soul ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • Winter is the shadow, the etching of the seasons in the mist ~ Gemma Wiseman

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