Oh, for sure, Jill. This new bletherer may be able to utter a full sentence
but he's still a silver tail and bound by all sorts of constraints. I am
enjoying breathing Abbott-free air however and feel that the phoney war is
over. Perhaps the ALP will throw up its real candidate soon.
I like the reassurance sought in the final couplet of your snap.
Bill
On Wednesday, September 16, 2015, Jill Jones <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Hi Bill,
>
> Oddly enough, or not, some of that feeling was going through my mind.
>
> Though the actual polkadots come dredged up from somewhere else,
> older, either a 1950s movie - Cary Grant's neckerchief in To Catch A
> Thief, I suspect - or a remembrance of one of Yayoi Kusama's
> exhibitions. Both seen by moi in recent times.
>
> I think one lot of blether has replaced another. It's slightly more
> patrician, marginally(?) more bearable (well, sans budgies), but
> ultimately not to be trusted, especially with rivers (because rivers
> aren't shareholders, are they?).
>
> Cheers,
> Jill
>
> ________________________
> Jill Jones
> www.jilljones.com.au
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Poetryetc: poetry and poetics"
> To:
> Cc:
> Sent:Wed, 16 Sep 2015 17:30:12 +1000
> Subject:Re: Snap: River
>
> Couldn't help but read some of this through a political prism, Jill.
> Post-Abbott, we may well be 'past the polka dot world' and empty
> singing
> mantras. Feeling well shot of the blather/blether certain recent
> leaders
> believed in and hope rivers have a chance to work again somehow.
>
> Cheers,
> Bill
>
> On Wednesday, September 16, 2015, Jill Jones wrote:
>
> > River
> >
> >
> >
> > I think we’re past the polka-dot world
> >
> > and things that sing willy-nilly.
> >
> >
> >
> > I want to touch the beholden
> >
> > and be beside your weather.
> >
> >
> >
> > I want to hold your hand as though
> >
> > that’s possible. I can’t pretend I don’t know
> >
> > what’s possible or what’s personal.
> >
> >
> >
> > Today it seems as though the rivers work.
> >
> > So many of them, working in spite of us.
> >
> >
> >
> > I can’t pretend those ideas can be laid
> >
> > down with the blether someone believes.
> >
> >
> >
> > I want to lie down with you
> >
> > and pretend we too have water.
> >
>
>
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