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  I now identify as a Neanderthal Man. A Trans-Gene decision. I’ve decided that I am from this day forward identify myself as a Neanderthal Man…if a bloke can identify himself as a woman without any of the accoutrements of a woman, and a woman can say she is a man for the same reasons, then I can identify myself as Neanderthal. Why? You may ask even though it is not your business nor right to ask…it is because I have had a gutfull of frikken’ Cro-Magnon and Sapien Man pushing, pushing, pushing to get up early, aspire, aspire, aspire to get things done, to “succeed” to accumulate material possessions etc, etc., when it is so much more comfortable and productive to the psyche to lay in bed and dream of ..of..dreamy things…and when I get hungry, I can knock a bit of flint to Make a fish-hook and go catch a cod or something and cook it over a slow fire while the good wife knocks up a watercress salad or something. What’s with all this “as...
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  Of A Beautiful Woman. Francesco Bianchi Buonavita Mary Magdalene, Of A Beautiful Woman. Please wear the sky-blue scarf, my love, When we meet at our next assignation, The one I saw you clutch to your breast so dear, When first I saw you at the railway station, Let me feel again, a surge of delighted frustration, That impossible, urgent demand, of hollow desperation, Let me wonder on this mystery, of a man’s hunger of adoration, The troubled emotions, teetering thrill, of patient anticipation. Please wear the silken sky-blue scarf my love, That you wore on our first meet at the station, But this time it covering your tumbling locks of coral curl, That portrait frames visage of a cheerful, bonny girl, Enhancing so sweetly, this man’s gnawing hunger for adoration!
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  The pioneer’s home. Old pioneer home This old house out here in the Murray Mallee where we live was built by the original pioneer settlers…The Kruger Family. It was built of limestone rocks gathered literally off the fields here, the mortar was of lime, gathered and burnt on this farm, the rafters and roof were of cut native pine trunks and branches and the thatching was of straw grown here on the land. So in effect, this house was not originally built from materials brought to the property, but was risen from the very Earth around…and will most probably, in due course, settle back into the Earth…truly an extension of pure nature. I have written this small testament to the integrity of the construct.                                   This House.    ...
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  The Scriveners Review..vol 2…#1.     The Scriveners Review.      For the Murray Mallee and regions.                                Vol. 2 # 1.                   We know that mysterious spirits do twist and spin,              With eddys and currents, past river cliff and bend,                           To lazily tease a dreamer’s dreams                        From away upstream, t...
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  The Pilgrims Progress. The Pilgrims progress. No..this isn’t a review of John Bunyan’s classic book, nor is it a reference to a John Wayne B-grade Hollywood cowboy flick, as in; “John Wayne famously said, “Whoa, take ‘er easy there, Pilgrim” in the 1962 film The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance.” (thank you Wiki’)…No, this is about you and me and our journey through the country of ageing. Recently, I had my second cataract removal operation, that makes both eyes fixed..a relief from that common, old age affliction. Many of my acquaintances of a similar age (I am now 74 yrs) suffer from or have been medically treated for a variety of major or minor health conditions so that they are inclined, along with yours T, to declaim that “Getting old sucks!”..and I am inclined to accept that this is the majority opinion of those “pilgrims” travelling this route. So I have decided to do an internal forensic discussion into this situation, concentrating NO...
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  Something old, something new, something borrowed . . . Augustus John. Dear Readers. Myself and my “partner in crime”; Helen Tuxford, are considering opening a blog site dedicated to our magazine; “The Scriveners Review” so that we can reach a reading audience more diverse than our local hard-copy recipients. This will involve having people like you reading and subscribing to the blog…and at the moment we are asking ourselves; “Is it worth it? Below is our ideology. *** I invite you to immerse yourselves in a revitalised arts movement we are attempting to create with our humble little magazine called ; “The Scriveners Review”. It can be called ; “The Romantic Movement Reborn”..yes, reborn into the twenty- first century, reborn into a cynical and materialist age where creative arts and crafts are only considered for their “bottom-line value”, ie; what is it worth and is there a market for it? We believe art has a social ...
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  The Kitchen Dresser. When I was young, there was one of these dressers in so many homes. It was the centre go-to cupboard in the kitchen, and if the family was called upon to change address, it inevitably went with them. My Irish grandmother had one and it was painted “Irish green” and it went everywhere with them when they moved residences, which was quite often given the gypsy inclinations of that side of the family and the necessity of seeking employment in those years of depression and war. I resurrected this one out of the back shed with the intention of “doing it up” as a servery and conversation piece for our outdoor dining experience on the back verandah, and I am now trying to remember what was kept in each compartment and drawer. If I start at the top with the glass doors, I can recall crockery, cups/mugs and glasses being kept there. Dinner plates (just individual plates, NOT sets) of willow pattern or flowers etc, side-plates and...