Yes, Doug, our TV and radio is full of this news. The poem is what was said last
night or what people are saying this morning. At least someone is worrying about
the cassowaries.
My bathroom developed an unexplained and noisy leak through the ceiling light/fan
at 2am this morning. There was no rain, so possibly was in sympathy or forwarning
of more flooding in the inland, north of here. Luckily the bucket did not fill.
Spooky though.
J
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Jill Jones
www.jilljones.com.au
On Thu Feb 3 9:40 , Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> sent:
>yes, a hard wind blowing, Jill.
>
>cutting...
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>Doug
>On 2011-02-02, at 3:16 PM, [log in to unmask] wrote:
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>> wave height tough hours
>> the unexplainable hunkering down
>> hard to settle them in cupboard surge
>>
>> windward surfaces not be complacent
>> propped up in the food court
>> local radio cost of bananas
>>
>> bugger debris kiss yasi
>> the pub is solid
>> lost coast cassowaries cane
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>> ________________________
>> Jill Jones
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>> www.jilljones.com.au
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>Language has unmistakably made plain that memory is not an instrument for
exploring the past but its theater. It is the medium of past experience, just as
the earth is the medium in which dead cities lie buried.
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> Walter Benjamin
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