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Lordy, Bill, 

you cover so much! 

and the transitions can feel like sleight of hand.

[As a longtime practicer/practitioner of the swerve and the non sequitur,

 who am I to bring this up?]

I almost feel itís sprawling its way into separate topics or a numbered sequence.

M in Seattle

On Jan 27, 2015, at 13:23, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

> A companion piece to last week's 'Offshooting':
> 
> Scarcely tilting at windmills,
> but when my mates downed
> Coke, I sipped Fanta or Leed.
> 
> Banana Splits oiled
> my gums with gloop,
> not icy Choc Wedges.
> 
> Such choices pepper
> my life, the most popular 
> so eschewable. 
> 
> Neither Holden nor Ford; 
> my first car, a front-
> wheel drive Morris 1100.
> 
> Football? Cricket?
> I settled for volleyball.
> School team even.
> 
> Until jeans got under 
> my defences. Couldn't wait 
> to get legs out of Amcos,
> 
> into Levi's or Wranglers
> or Lees. The big three.
> Western gear garnered me.
> 
> Not sure why. Perhaps
> the unpretensiousness
> of screen cowboys appealed. 
> 
> The way they arrived
> at their own codes and stuck 
> by them, under starry skies.
> 
> Today's soup of commercial TV,
> Radio with ads, talkback,
> how can this attract?
> 
> At stopwork meetings,
> never voted for the resolution.
> Supported forlorn amendments.
> 
> Floating with the current
> provides false momentum.
> I value my tributariness.
> 
> But how much difference
> are we talking about? 
> How wide my preferential arc?
> 
> Am I just another trimmer 
> of tall poppies? Espousing
> an illusion of superior taste,
> 
> my nuanced selections 
> riding proud over roughshod 
> popular addictions?
> 
> Trouble is the mainstream 
> tends to obliterate 
> independence of thought. 
> 
> Consent so easily 
> manufactured nowadays
> that objectors seem stolid,
> 
> predictable, naysayers. But 
> what passes for positive 
> so often protects privilege.
> 
> Polls would have us believe 
> harsh asylum seeker 
> policies keep us all safe.
> 
> Why can't we forget the taste 
> of fear? Back ourselves in?
> The gushing middle deserve
> 
> to be regarded with wariness.
> Who loads those bouquets
> at Sydney's Martin Place,
> 
> by roadside death spots?
> Why was remote Diana mourned 
> as a breeze-blown candle
> 
> when Boko Haram snuffs
> out lives by the hundred?
> Mass outpourings of grief,
> 
> apparent hunger for rampant 
> public mourning rituals must 
> spring from somewhere.
> 
> Or do such displays 
> only reveal the vacuum 
> at the heart of the centre?
> 
> bw