Friday, 17 August 2018

nervi a posto 2


Another God is the Flying Spaghetti Monster.

Pastafarianism is recognized as a religion in New Zealand. And, I've since discovered, in Australia.

In Holland they say it's not serious enough to be a religion which is double Dutch to me, since Pastafarians are a peace loving people. They can eat spaghetti and be kind to sentient beings.

The wearing of a colander on the head is not compulsory.

I think to join.

The only dogma is there is no dogma.

And anyway, I like tagliatelle.

And the t-shirt is cool.

And I can become a minister for $25 and display a certificate on my wall.

And I already have a colander.

I believe the FSM has touched me with his noodly!

What more can anyone ask?

Mmm . . . a glass of Merlot perhaps?






Saturday, 11 August 2018

nervi a posto*



worrying is like sitting in a rocking chair -  
it gives you something to do 
but it doesn't get you anywhere 



the green zebra is a tomato



*      keep your nerve


Tuesday, 7 August 2018

Very, Very, Beautiful



Mum (1920-2018)


Gracie Fields singing 'Wish Me Luck As You Wave Me Goodbye' and no coffin, but a wicker basket adorned with pink roses.   


We brought no other flowers. 

We brought our smiles, tears, hugs, poems and memories. 

We conducted our own small ceremony. 

None of us wore black. 

We held her in our hearts. 

It seemed so natural. 

I can say it was beautiful. 

Very, very beautiful.



Sunday, 5 August 2018

Ring of Sand


When I wonder "What it's all about" I consider the clues. The following, for example: 


Here is an elaborate ring of sand. It reminds of a sunflower. 

If you look carefully you may see the artist in the centre of the picture.


If you cannot make him out look below, for that is he.





With his ring of sand he hopes to attract a female. When she arrives they embrace in the centre of the ring and she will lay her eggs and leave. 

For his part, he will smooth the sand in the centre of the ring. And the currents will take care of the rest. 


Nothing will remain of the 'sunflower' to indicate what has passed here.





Thursday, 26 July 2018

The first lullaby I remember



Jo Stafford recorded it in 1949.

Goodness knows where my mum first heard it. On the radio perhaps?

It was surely our favourite lullaby. It's certainly the one that's firmly imprinted in my mind.

Later versions have never appealed to me.

Original 1949 Lyrics: Jack Segal.  Music: Evelyn Danzig.


Monday, 23 July 2018

Family Tree



FOR A.W. (1920 - 2018) 




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A mother bird 

falls from her perch

Lands in her family tree 

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One of mum's favourite hobbies was researching her family tree. Another hobby was painting. It was something she started doing at the age of 80. She often painted her own greeting cards. Mostly they were small aquarelles - pictures of flowers she'd happen to have in the house. Sometimes she'd paint a bird, maybe a robin seen through the garden window. She had a delicate and fine style. Inspired by her cards I painted the above picture some time ago but deliberately left it unfinished. This morning I painted the sky with black ink to bring out the vibrancy of the colours. Now it's finished. The family tree. What odd birds we all are.



Tuesday, 17 July 2018

Discovering God's Secrets


IN the summer of 2008 the Swiss physicist Nicolas Gisin in a laboratory in Geneva aimed a blue laser beam at a crystal. Don't ask me the technicalities because I don't have the foggiest idea. But let us just accept that he isolated two identical photons. Twins. One of them he sent through a glass fiber cable to a village to the east of Geneva and the other in the exact opposite direction to the west. The distances each one travelled were in both cases 17.5 kms.

Gisin's team of scientists at both destinations measured the results.  What surprised them was the speed that the photon was able to communicate information of its changed state to its twin. It was at least 10,000 times faster than the speed of light. In other words instantaneous. That is amazing enough. But there is the unsolvable question of how.  How do two particles 35 kms apart know what the other is doing?

And what does this mean for man's relationship with his creator?  Or if there is no creator, then man's relationship with the greater and lesser universe. With nature.

It is being postulated by some scientists according to an article in the German magazine 'PM' (December 2010) that God, if such there be, would be able to create 'coincidences'  (can we also take this to mean synchronicities?) to achieve his desired results without breaking any of the laws of physics.

Werner Heisenberg who was awarded the Nobel prize in 1932 for the discovery of quantum mechanics said: The first drink from the beaker of natural science makes one an atheist but at the bottom of the beaker God is waiting.


Breaking  news:
German scientists in Antarctica have reportedly traced the path of a neutrino to its point of origin, a black hole.