poems and observations
Though one may not stride as the stars, walking is fun.
A ROAD MAP
The one thing they never give you with a marital breakup. What the heck. When you don’t know where you’re going there’s really little need in seeing all those different ways of not getting there.
Recently we travelled over to the coast to hear some blues music. Topping the bill was our old friend Phil Manning, followed by the Kevin Borich Express, and finishing with The Backsliders. Phil, who has been described as an Australian National Treasure, was a founder of the iconic blues band Chain, and while none of us are as young as we used to be, Phil shows absolutely no sign of slowing down.
He was first up and we were able to fully appreciate his artistry before the audience got too well lubricated. By the time Kevin was well into his set, the dance floor was crowded and the music, feeding off the energy of the dancers, grew steadily louder and more visceral.
When I travel any distance to listen to remarkable musicians, I’m always a bit disappointed when the audience takes over in this way, but if I’m prevented from fully appreciating the skill of the musicians, I can’t deny it’s interesting to watch the crowd.
Most of the audience of 60-somethings were up there on the dance floor floating moves they learned at high school when they were young and beautiful, and the girls danced bra-less in tight T-shirts.
They were no longer young and beautiful and all the perky little breasts were on the men.
EATING IN AUSTRALIA IN THE FIFTIES
Curry was a surname.
A take-away was a mathematical problem.
A pizza was something to do with a leaning tower.
The only potato crisp choice was salt or none.
Rice was only eaten as a milk pudding.
Calamari used as fish bait.
We wore Big Macs when it rained.
Only poor people ate brown bread.
Oil was for lubricating, fat was for cooking.
Tea was made in a teapot --- and never green.
Fish didn't have fingers.
Eating raw fish was called poverty, not sushi.
None of us had ever heard of yoghurt.
Healthy food consisted of anything edible.
People who didn't peel potatoes were lazy.
Cooking outside was called camping.
Seaweed was not a food.
"Kebab" was not even a word, never mind a food.
Prunes were medicinal.
Muesli was cattle feed.
Water came out of the tap, not plastic bottles.
Two things we never had on our tables .....
Elbows or phones.
Did I burst into your life too soon,
Wrecking your arrangements?
Perhaps I've interrupted
Some sequence you'd devised;
Blundering into the path
Of your security machine,
And suddenly I'm an obstacle
To its smooth and sterile progress.
I am sorry. I misunderstood.
Now I see more clearly.
It seems I was expected
To fit, complete and finished,
In your model of perfection.
What sort of person
Would meet those criteria?
Not me. Even if I cared to.
My approach is very different.
I don't need machinery --
Just love, and luck, and courage.
I thought I'd take your hand
And swing out over the abyss,
My faith in you as lifeline.
It never crossed my mind
That you had no faith in me.
No, I haven’t built an empire.
That’s all you see in me?
I find that disappointing.
I thought you understood.
Believing can be costly.
It can defy accounting.
Call me a debit entry,
But it’s not me who’s bankrupt.
An Australian botanist named Lutz
Accepted no ifs, ands, or buts.
When asked if that he-oak
Just might be a she-oak,
Said 'No, I've just checked the nuts.