Posts by Hebe
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Capture: Upside Down, Inside Out, in reply to Sofie Bribiesca,
Fascinating stuff for me anyhow.
Me too. Nuffing like a good long spy on nature. I’m into the garden right now (when I should be trying to earn). We’re reclaiming about 180 sq m from the deadbeat chickens, trampoline, unused kayaks and ivy plague. Amazing the wildlife in a suburban patch. This is going to be our intensive-ish food-growing area, with puppies only allowed in when supervised.
Daisy is proving a natural-born digger, which is a little disturbing. Yesterday I could hear the pups ruffing and growling down there. We have an old door with safety glass and a 20cm deep frame sitting on top of a slightly raised bed which I am using as a protected area for growing rocket. I left the old cat door hole open thinking some air and moisture wouldn’t hurt. There were two puppies: streaking around under the glass, slinking around as low and as fast as they could playing “chase the sister”. The pop, out of the cat door hole and off. I fell about laughing – until I found the remainders of the rocket. So fortifications are essential.
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Capture: Upside Down, Inside Out, in reply to Sofie Bribiesca,
My, what big um, arms, you have.
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Capture: Upside Down, Inside Out, in reply to Nora Leggs,
Good egg. Why are they there? Art? Creative meter boxes?
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Capture: Upside Down, Inside Out, in reply to Sofie Bribiesca,
Home AND hearth: life is good.
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Hard News: Friday Music: Bright pastel…, in reply to Ian Dalziel,
Man, they are getting hammered up there in Seddon
poor buggers, my heart goes out to them…++++1 I feel sick in the heart: it’s an indescribable form of mindfuck for Marlborough people, Nelson and Wellington people. I hurt for them, for me, for my family and friends. Beloved and I had planned to be at the Chch poetry night but it is important for us tonight to be with the ones we love.
@ChrisW: Posting that pome at 2.31pm: awful symmetry. Greg promises not to do it again.
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Hard News: Friday Music: Bright pastel…, in reply to Ian Dalziel,
Also folks don’t forget the Free Poetry day event tonight in Chchch.
Here's a new pome from my beloved that he has put out in honour of the day. He's planning "A Hundred Days of Poetude", starting today, because some peoples like Jeffrey Paparoa and me have finally convinced him to start publishing again after near 40 years.
Drums roll, for this is a significant-to-a-few moment:
PACIFIC SKILLS
Takes a certain
shifty skill
this sanguine
seaside shuffle
down by wave
line
inconstant as
the tides
themselves.Took but 50
or so
Pacific summers
to get the hang
of safely shoed
strolls
hard by the
tide.Some of my fellow
skinny sand kicked
pals from muscle beach
shame have gone
to bone/
I've got sons strewn
around and loves
galore/
while others I know
have real
j.o.b.s.
Doing ,like
work
and stuff.Me -
I've always loved
that Greek
philosopherdude
living in a barrel
that global
warlord
Alexander
offered anything
he wanted
in the world
who told the
Lord of the world
“Yeah, move
you're
blocking
my sun.”I don't get
house calls
from Gods
or their reverse
in fact here
by the beach the offers
get rarer
by the wrinkle.But like a
Pacific Prospero/
all undone
by time
and tide
I still hold that
shifty skill/
the high priest
of the seventh wave
I can dance
the tideline
but keep
my feet
dry!
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Greg Jackson / Te Wai Pounamu -
Hard News: Fluency, ease of manner - and…, in reply to Richard Love,
What JC could have done was a pre-recorded interview with both Key and somebody opposed to the bill
I heard (a radio report) that Key's people contacted Campbell at 4pm to say the PM would do the show that evening,.
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Thank you for your insights: fascinating and chilling.
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Hard News: Fluency, ease of manner - and…, in reply to Graham Dunster,
One good thing is that it will be even more unbelievable when Key goes back to the forgetful doofus routine
Yes; It has been difficult to watch such contrived fluffing of his lines recently without wondering why the PM had become such easy meat all of a sudden.
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And the winner on the night was Mark Textor.