The Goldmine.
  • Spy vs Spy
    • At Fox River
    • Patty and the Tet Offensive
    • Pale and Interesting >
      • More pale and interesting
      • Older, still pale, possibly only interesting to a couple of people
    • The Heckler and Koch Affair
    • Spy vs Spy
  • Peeling the Onion
  • Old unhappy far-off things
    • Wipers and the Ypres League
    • Fanny and Cobber.
    • In Memoriam
  • Slightly Saltirical
    • A Dexter Hand
    • The Boar-Worshippers
  • Taken by the Hand
    • Geranium Days
    • The Lockhart Papers
    • A Martial Aspect
    • O Perfect Love >
      • Sonnets Unplugged
      • Stout Cortez
    • Tea and an Ascot
  • Childe Harold
    • Monikers >
      • The Sandman and Sleipnir
    • Bos Indicus
    • Three things in a field >
      • Dance With A Bull
  • Eureka (Stockade)
    • Two for Joy
    • At the Bottom of the Garden >
      • Coins of the Realm
  • Superstitious Nonsense
    • Leaves of Tea
  • The Best of Times
    • The Space Race >
      • C.P.Snow
  • Sorry luv, I missed that.
  • Valley Girls
    • Britten, B et al >
      • Gammon and Spinach
      • The Blue Flowers >
        • The Beautiful People
        • The girls from 9DY Rangi Ruru >
          • The Fires of Hell and other Works of Art
        • The Cat's Paw and other Feline Fables
        • Flowers in Bloom
      • The Moon and Daisies
      • Snowmaiden Revelry
  • Sitting on Custard
  • The Long White Grass
    • Somewhere...
  • I have pictures
  • The Queen's Cake
  • A Portrait by Hoppner
  • The Iron Fist.
    • Slow twitching gams.
  • Whips and Whatnot
  • Showering with Friends

Cheris l'espoir (Part II)

3/30/2014

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I have added the eighth of December to the list.
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An Observation

7/23/2013

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The best cliches in the world

come out of your mouth.

I lap them up,

and kiss your lips

at the same time.

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Cheris l'espoir

3/7/2013

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The seventh of March is now a big day on my personal calendar. I'll explain some other time.
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State of the Nation.

10/26/2012

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All things considered things are pretty good. Neato, even.
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'The lady in her silver shoon.'

9/2/2012

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Last week I was on a long-distance phone call when the subject of the moon was mentioned by the other party who was, at the time, gazing upon that celestial body and favourably impressed. I looked out of my east-facing upstairs window, and there she was, a whisker off full, and blue, and as wonderful as ever, about forty-five degrees above the horizon (a little hard to judge when the Port Hills make the horizon). But anyway there we were, making a neat triangle with the moon, one August night. 
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Yesterday.

7/21/2012

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Well, as I write, here in NZ, it's the 22nd of July. So yesterday was the 21st, though of course right now it is still the 21st in some places. Anyway, the 21st is the anniversary of the death of Robert Burns (in 1796, at Dumfries). Earlier this year I met someone who hadn't heard of Burns. I was surprised but obviously these things happen. I mean, it's not as if he's forgotten and I hope when that day comes that I'll be long gone. Anyway, Burns died, at 37, leaving a family in a bad way. A sad story, but common enough in those times, I expect. There is a statue of him in the Octagon in Dunedin (see it on 'Slightly Saltirical', if you like). I visit it every time I'm there and when I'm done I visit him (so to speak) in a painting by Charles Hardie that is on display in the Dunedin Public Art Gallery. It depicts Burns meeting Sir Walter Scott.
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Salt 'n' whiskers.

6/26/2012

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'Kissing an egg without salt is like eating a man without a moustache.'
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Limping Ohm

6/11/2012

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'He who standeth upon the foot of man limpeth also.'
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Under the harrow

6/3/2012

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Neither a lute nor tambourine be,
But practise your songs under the banyan tree.
( A pity it isn't banyon, but never mind.)
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To be nibbled to death by ducks.

5/31/2012

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Is this to be my fate? Surely things can be arranged better than that. But if not, then what does one wear?
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