Feb 25 2009

APRIL 28. Standing on the stump of the self I might have been I crane to catch call back those once-huge troubling presences receding down the road of memory. Fay Zwicky.

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He pata ua ki runga, he ngutu tangata ki raro.

Drops of rain above, and men’s lips below.—This is applied to a man who is beset on all sides with annoyances, and can find no way of escape.

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FOTO – WATERFALL WAY BETWEEN ARMIDALE AND URUNGA.

One comment on “APRIL 28. Standing on the stump of the self I might have been I crane to catch call back those once-huge troubling presences receding down the road of memory. Fay Zwicky.”

  1. ON AWAKENING: Heading south to the Clarence again and looking for a new home. One kookaburra on the fence post and a music cafe before me.
    What is the kookaburra telling me?

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