Monthly Archives: October 2005

invisible calligraphy

 Spring equinox        Bamboo writes broad stroked Private verses public I caught this image at the Wellington Botanical Gardens. I use it as a wallpaper for my msn-messenger chat sessions. If you use it (you’re welcome to, by … Continue reading

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the attention span of a fruit fly

I’m in full write mode today. Today has been quite good. I’ve gotten into the zone and stayed there. That’s not always the case. Very often I can find several thousand other, slightly related (but not exactly) to distract me. … Continue reading

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legacies

It seems I do all my thinking in the shower – this morning I realised that I got the ‘teaching’ bug from my Dad. This came as a surprise to me as Dad was not a teacher, at least not … Continue reading

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get in touch with your inner viking

“The Californian poppy is in a transitional stage – it has not yet found and fixed itself. To my way of thinking all of the eschscholtzias that are actually Californian poppies are of the same species – a great family … Continue reading

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c’mon in, the weather’s fine…

It’s official, weather fans, the Wellington weather has been exceptionally divine over September, and not half bad this far into October. Blogging about the weather – sheesh – damn pathetic. But it’s true, my blog pals, the Wellingtonistas say it … Continue reading

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where a type of magic can be made

I ask not only that my city, but all, give themselves to the essence of our cult – the ritual assembly of an interested coterie in space where magic can be made and miracles occur. Bruce Mason – Omens and … Continue reading

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no earth tones

Oh yeah Mm Still don’t know what I was waiting for And my time was running wild A million dead-end streets and Every time I thought I’d got it made It seemed the taste was not so sweet So I … Continue reading

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portrait of a young woman

My sister, Gillian, recently sent me this picture of a young woman. She was the 5th child, born on the 5th day of the 5th month of 1875. The photo was taken in 1886 or 1887, probably in Nelson. Nelson, … Continue reading

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015 – fulfilling the promise

Instead of writing up my research I’m writing my blog. Grrrreat use of time. Still it’s about gathering thoughts and getting in that meditative wave ready for the teasing out of research into lucid earth-shattering documentation. I’m still waiting for … Continue reading

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edges and margins

I live at the edge of the universe. Like everybody else.           Bill Manhire Concrete poetry found on Wellington Writers’ Walk. Quite a challenge to find, it’s on the corner where the Taranaki Street wharf starts, … Continue reading

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