He has a Twitter account, said Marie, to Belle et Bonne. He tweets as Sweezus.
Let's have a look, said Belle et Bonne.
She searched for Sweezus on Twitter.
Here he is! Woah! All his tweets are about the MOON!
Let's see, said Marie, looking over Belle et Bonne's shoulder.
"A dented silver coracle moon rides the glistening spume of the maelstrom in the blackwater sky", they read.
Weird, said Belle et Bonne.
No, he's really nice, said Marie. You'll like him.
Just then her phone rang, It was Jesus again.
I was just thinking, said Jesus. What about food?
Don't worry about food, said Marie. Belle et Bonne and I will organise it.
Great, said Jesus. What will we be having?
Picnic food, said Marie. Sandwiches, fruit, water.
Chocolate? asked Jesus, hopefully.
If you like, said Marie. It's good energy food.
Tell you what, said Jesus. I'll bring the chocolate.
Don't bring too much, said Marie. And only dark chocolate. And make sure it's wrapped, we don't want it melting.
Sure, said Jesus, not really listening. Just leave it to me.
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Sunday, April 17, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
The Bell Jar
dear ageless, don't be creepy, mmmm i know what mmmm means and i do not like it you are not mmy boyfriend just mmy friend i know i said you were mmmy boyfriend but that was before you got all creepy ageless cut it out.
i was sad to hear you thought of jumping in the water because i was dead.
no really i was glad.
do you really think mmmy stories beautiful ? here's a sad one for you ageless . i read a book about a girl it was called the bell jar. the girl was clever but she was unhappy. she sat on the roof of a tall building in new york and threw her clothes out over the sleeping city one by one. all she had left then was a black evening dress which she was wearing on the roof. the next day she had to go back to the country. she borrowed a green skirt from a friend and had to wear it all the summmer long. immagine that ageless. it was funny but it was sad and it gets sadder do you like sad stories ageless?
ageless have you looked at any mmmmaps? the satellite mmaps? baby pierre says you should go into a library. i did not tell himmm that you called himm a smmarty pants and a clever clogs, his mmummmy pierre used to call him that. it is why he hates his mmummmy.
don't be jealous he is beautiful. his mmummmy looks like a mmouse with bulbous eyes but he looks like a precious angel. and guess what? you will like this ageless!! he has a special mmmarking on his head, the mmmark of lobster claws. you see you mmmust be mmmeant to be his daddy.
hurry up and get to a library ageless hurry. i hope you are not wasting timmmme mmmoooning by the water.
kissy kiss mmmy boyfriend NO not mmy boyfriend, but mmmaybe
yours
kobo clammm
i was sad to hear you thought of jumping in the water because i was dead.
no really i was glad.
do you really think mmmy stories beautiful ? here's a sad one for you ageless . i read a book about a girl it was called the bell jar. the girl was clever but she was unhappy. she sat on the roof of a tall building in new york and threw her clothes out over the sleeping city one by one. all she had left then was a black evening dress which she was wearing on the roof. the next day she had to go back to the country. she borrowed a green skirt from a friend and had to wear it all the summmer long. immagine that ageless. it was funny but it was sad and it gets sadder do you like sad stories ageless?
ageless have you looked at any mmmmaps? the satellite mmaps? baby pierre says you should go into a library. i did not tell himmm that you called himm a smmarty pants and a clever clogs, his mmummmy pierre used to call him that. it is why he hates his mmummmy.
don't be jealous he is beautiful. his mmummmy looks like a mmouse with bulbous eyes but he looks like a precious angel. and guess what? you will like this ageless!! he has a special mmmarking on his head, the mmmark of lobster claws. you see you mmmust be mmmeant to be his daddy.
hurry up and get to a library ageless hurry. i hope you are not wasting timmmme mmmoooning by the water.
kissy kiss mmmy boyfriend NO not mmy boyfriend, but mmmaybe
yours
kobo clammm
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Ageless and Baby Pierre
dear kobo,,,,,,, clikclikclik,,,, o how joyful i am to hear that you are not dead,,,,,, o the gladnesss,,, o the gratefulnesss,,,,,clikclik,,,,
is that what you wanted me to say kobo is it ????? did you think i would be GLAD to know that you were saved and yet,,,,,, you forgot to tell me!!!!,, clikclik,,,, i am sorry but i feel a little HARD towards you,,,serves you right ,,,, ha ha that has 2 meanings,,,did you get it kobo??
it was bad kobo,,,,, i thought you were gurgling down a drain hole headed for the sea,,,,,,,,for weeks i hoped you might be at the outlet,,,,,,i waited there but no,,,,,,
i was sitting on the rocks beside the cold and gloomy clikcliklaplaplapping water,,, grey water slapping water,,, on the rocks,,,, i thought kobo is gone never more will she tell me beautiful stories ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, i thought why not jump into the water ,,,,,,,,,are you sorry for me kobo are you ??,,,, but i didn't do it anyway i am a lobster ha ha i would not have drowned
i forgive you kobo,,, you are my friend it is not your fault you have no conscience,,,,,,,,,you have been a fossil for too long,,,
kobo google street maps are no good,,,,,clikclik,,,,they only show front gardens,,,,this is how it works,,,,the google cars drive past the houses with a camera,,,,,,,,,but kobo ,,,a tap a shed a clothesline,,,,,these are back garden things,,,, your little baby pierre is not as clever as you think,,,,,,i do not like him,,,,why does he not like his mummy ,,,,,,,hmmm?
is that what you wanted me to say kobo is it ????? did you think i would be GLAD to know that you were saved and yet,,,,,, you forgot to tell me!!!!,, clikclik,,,, i am sorry but i feel a little HARD towards you,,,serves you right ,,,, ha ha that has 2 meanings,,,did you get it kobo??
it was bad kobo,,,,, i thought you were gurgling down a drain hole headed for the sea,,,,,,,,for weeks i hoped you might be at the outlet,,,,,,i waited there but no,,,,,,
i was sitting on the rocks beside the cold and gloomy clikcliklaplaplapping water,,, grey water slapping water,,, on the rocks,,,, i thought kobo is gone never more will she tell me beautiful stories ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, i thought why not jump into the water ,,,,,,,,,are you sorry for me kobo are you ??,,,, but i didn't do it anyway i am a lobster ha ha i would not have drowned
i forgive you kobo,,, you are my friend it is not your fault you have no conscience,,,,,,,,,you have been a fossil for too long,,,
kobo google street maps are no good,,,,,clikclik,,,,they only show front gardens,,,,this is how it works,,,,the google cars drive past the houses with a camera,,,,,,,,,but kobo ,,,a tap a shed a clothesline,,,,,these are back garden things,,,, your little baby pierre is not as clever as you think,,,,,,i do not like him,,,,why does he not like his mummy ,,,,,,,hmmm?
tell the little smarty-pants,,, the little clever-clogs,,, that only satellite maps look into back gardens,,,, not street maps,,,,,,,,,tell him ageless doesn't need him ageless is already on the trail,,,,,,,,,,,
are you happy kobo,,,?
,,, i miss you dear sweet kobo,,,, clik clik kiss,,,keep in touch,,, touch,,,, get it??? touch,,,mm,,
ageless lobster
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Points and Snippers
Perhaps you meant pincers, or nippers? suggested Pliny the Elder. Not snippers, he added, pointedly.
I'm sure it said snippers in the Biodiversity Gallery, I insisted. However, they probably meant pincers. I'm sure they didn't mean us to think the crab used gardening snips. Where would a crab find those, for goodness sake?
My point exactly, said Pliny. At least we can understand how a sponge crab might lay its hands on a sponge.
Perhaps you mean pincers, or nippers, Pliny, I suggested. Not hands.
Point taken, said Pliny, with a watery smile.
I've been thinking about the sponge crab, I continued. Why does it need a sponge for protection ? It has a hard shell after all. What is a sponge good for? Soaking up water. Well, how useful is that to a crab?
Good question, said Pliny thoughtfully. What made you think of it?
I thought of it when I was walking home through the parklands afterwards and it began to rain. My hair was getting wet. I had a plastic shopping bag in my handbag, so I got it out, unfurled it and held it over my head. I remembered the sponge crab, then, with its bright yellow sponge on its head.
On its back, surely.
Yes alright, on its back. And I thought that a sponge would be a lot more useful to me than a plastic shopping bag, because the rain was dripping over the edges of the plastic bag onto my shoulders. And then I thought it wouldn't, once it had filled up.
So it would only have been better, up to a point?
Up to a point, yes. But if I'd been a crab, I might have had the opposite view.
How so?
Because the plastic shopping bag would have covered me completely.
Assuming that, as a crab, you would care.
Yes, assuming I would care.
Ahh, said Pliny. Natural history! It certainly makes you think.
I'm sure it said snippers in the Biodiversity Gallery, I insisted. However, they probably meant pincers. I'm sure they didn't mean us to think the crab used gardening snips. Where would a crab find those, for goodness sake?
My point exactly, said Pliny. At least we can understand how a sponge crab might lay its hands on a sponge.
Perhaps you mean pincers, or nippers, Pliny, I suggested. Not hands.
Point taken, said Pliny, with a watery smile.
I've been thinking about the sponge crab, I continued. Why does it need a sponge for protection ? It has a hard shell after all. What is a sponge good for? Soaking up water. Well, how useful is that to a crab?
Good question, said Pliny thoughtfully. What made you think of it?
I thought of it when I was walking home through the parklands afterwards and it began to rain. My hair was getting wet. I had a plastic shopping bag in my handbag, so I got it out, unfurled it and held it over my head. I remembered the sponge crab, then, with its bright yellow sponge on its head.
On its back, surely.
Yes alright, on its back. And I thought that a sponge would be a lot more useful to me than a plastic shopping bag, because the rain was dripping over the edges of the plastic bag onto my shoulders. And then I thought it wouldn't, once it had filled up.
So it would only have been better, up to a point?
Up to a point, yes. But if I'd been a crab, I might have had the opposite view.
How so?
Because the plastic shopping bag would have covered me completely.
Assuming that, as a crab, you would care.
Yes, assuming I would care.
Ahh, said Pliny. Natural history! It certainly makes you think.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
My April Poem
What is your April poem? asked Pliny the Elder. When did you write it?
I wrote it ten years ago, in April, on a day such as yesterday, or today.
May I see it? asked Pliny.
I'll read it to you, I replied, and went to find my book.
It's called 'Like This One'
There are days in April
When the air is like water
Translucent and soft
With a warmth that is filtered
Through holes in the sun.
Days when the air is like cotton
Which lets in wafts
Of spice through the weave.
There are days in April
When the air is like memory
Connecting landscapes
Seasons and hemispheres
Decades apart.
That is very beautiful, said Pliny. And most appropriate, as you wrote it a decade ago.
I hadn't thought of that, I said.
I wrote it ten years ago, in April, on a day such as yesterday, or today.
May I see it? asked Pliny.
I'll read it to you, I replied, and went to find my book.
It's called 'Like This One'
There are days in April
When the air is like water
Translucent and soft
With a warmth that is filtered
Through holes in the sun.
Days when the air is like cotton
Which lets in wafts
Of spice through the weave.
There are days in April
When the air is like memory
Connecting landscapes
Seasons and hemispheres
Decades apart.
That is very beautiful, said Pliny. And most appropriate, as you wrote it a decade ago.
I hadn't thought of that, I said.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Resilience
It's very hot, said Pliny the Elder, fanning himself with a piece of paper.
Yes it is, I agreed. Thirty eight degrees. Thanks to global warming. Would you like an iced coffee?
No thankyou. A glass of water will suffice. And I don't feel very hungry either. What are we having for dinner? Something cold I hope?
Mince, I said. You're welcome to have it cold, but personally I think that would be repulsive.
True, said Pliny. But it would be better than what I had last night.
What was that? I asked.
Nothing, he replied.
Why, aren't you very well? I enquired.
I'm perfectly well, but you were not home at dinner time last night and there was nothing to eat and so I had nothing.
Oh dear, I'm sorry. We went to a lecture in the city. We had nibbles and drinks afterwards.
Oh. Was it nice?
Very nice. Sushi, crumbed prawns, smoked salmon, cheese triangles, spring rolls, wine. And there was such a lot of it. Hardly anybody came, because of the heat. The caterer looked very disappointed. I think he was worried he wouldn't get paid.
What a shame. What was the topic of the lecture?
Resilience. Developing a Resilient Australia in an Age of Uncertainty.
There is a degree of irony in that, said Pliny.
There is, I agreed.
Yes it is, I agreed. Thirty eight degrees. Thanks to global warming. Would you like an iced coffee?
No thankyou. A glass of water will suffice. And I don't feel very hungry either. What are we having for dinner? Something cold I hope?
Mince, I said. You're welcome to have it cold, but personally I think that would be repulsive.
True, said Pliny. But it would be better than what I had last night.
What was that? I asked.
Nothing, he replied.
Why, aren't you very well? I enquired.
I'm perfectly well, but you were not home at dinner time last night and there was nothing to eat and so I had nothing.
Oh dear, I'm sorry. We went to a lecture in the city. We had nibbles and drinks afterwards.
Oh. Was it nice?
Very nice. Sushi, crumbed prawns, smoked salmon, cheese triangles, spring rolls, wine. And there was such a lot of it. Hardly anybody came, because of the heat. The caterer looked very disappointed. I think he was worried he wouldn't get paid.
What a shame. What was the topic of the lecture?
Resilience. Developing a Resilient Australia in an Age of Uncertainty.
There is a degree of irony in that, said Pliny.
There is, I agreed.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Duality of Light
On Friday Pliny and her mum went to see an exhibition called The Duality of Light.
They entered the exhibition space. There didn't seem to be much in it. At one end there were 3 screens in front of which sat 2 women talking. At the other end, a framed picture in the middle of a huge wall. It looked like an ordinary landscape, a tree and mountains. Pliny and her mum sat on a bench in front of the picture. It wasn't a painting, but a projected image. They looked at it for a minute or two. Is it moving? asked Pliny's mum. It didn't seem to be, but it was nice to sit down.
Pliny stood up and went across to another installation. This installation is meant for one person at a time, said a sign on the wall near a dark entrance. There were 2 lights on the wall. The one marked 'enter' was on, the one marked 'wait' was off. You go in, said her mum. I'll wait here and see if anything happens.
Pliny went in. It was a long dark tunnel. Sounds of dripping water came from somewhere overhead. There was a screen at the far end, and a person was standing in front of it. Pliny caught a glimpse of an image on the screen. It was a ghostly white image of an anxious-looking woman walking cautiously towards the light. The person was looking at the image of the woman. Pliny was embarrassed. She backed out slowly and went to sit with her mum in front of the picture of the tree. I'm not sure, said her mum, but I think the tree is brighter than it was.
They sat a bit longer. A woman came out of the tunnel and went over to the 2 women on the seat at the other end of the room. That was amazing, she said. The 3 of them turned and looked towards Pliny and her mum. They were laughing. You can go in now, said Pliny's mum.
Pliny went in. She walked towards the screen at the end of the tunnel. There was a bar of dim light across the floor and some kind of barrier in front of the screen indicating where she should stop. On the screen appeared the image she had seen earlier of a woman approaching nervously. It was an image of herself, she realised, but it was herself from a few seconds earlier, so that she was standing watching herself getting nearer, which made it quite unsettling. The more so when she realised the other woman in there earlier must have seen her too. The image suddenly exploded into dots and lines floating across the screen like pieces of spatial traffic. Pliny watched this for a long time but nothing altered, so she began to back away.
Was it good? asked her mum. It was, said Pliny. Has anything happened to the tree? Yes, replied her mum, it is all glowing orange. I have been watching the sun come up. In real time, said Pliny.
Just then a group of 4 Japanese students came in and headed straight for the tunnel. They all went in together. Sounds of laughter mingled with the doleful dripping of water. Now I've missed my chance to go in, said Pliny's mum. Wait till later, Pliny said, and we'll go in together.
They entered the exhibition space. There didn't seem to be much in it. At one end there were 3 screens in front of which sat 2 women talking. At the other end, a framed picture in the middle of a huge wall. It looked like an ordinary landscape, a tree and mountains. Pliny and her mum sat on a bench in front of the picture. It wasn't a painting, but a projected image. They looked at it for a minute or two. Is it moving? asked Pliny's mum. It didn't seem to be, but it was nice to sit down.
Pliny stood up and went across to another installation. This installation is meant for one person at a time, said a sign on the wall near a dark entrance. There were 2 lights on the wall. The one marked 'enter' was on, the one marked 'wait' was off. You go in, said her mum. I'll wait here and see if anything happens.
Pliny went in. It was a long dark tunnel. Sounds of dripping water came from somewhere overhead. There was a screen at the far end, and a person was standing in front of it. Pliny caught a glimpse of an image on the screen. It was a ghostly white image of an anxious-looking woman walking cautiously towards the light. The person was looking at the image of the woman. Pliny was embarrassed. She backed out slowly and went to sit with her mum in front of the picture of the tree. I'm not sure, said her mum, but I think the tree is brighter than it was.
They sat a bit longer. A woman came out of the tunnel and went over to the 2 women on the seat at the other end of the room. That was amazing, she said. The 3 of them turned and looked towards Pliny and her mum. They were laughing. You can go in now, said Pliny's mum.
Pliny went in. She walked towards the screen at the end of the tunnel. There was a bar of dim light across the floor and some kind of barrier in front of the screen indicating where she should stop. On the screen appeared the image she had seen earlier of a woman approaching nervously. It was an image of herself, she realised, but it was herself from a few seconds earlier, so that she was standing watching herself getting nearer, which made it quite unsettling. The more so when she realised the other woman in there earlier must have seen her too. The image suddenly exploded into dots and lines floating across the screen like pieces of spatial traffic. Pliny watched this for a long time but nothing altered, so she began to back away.
Was it good? asked her mum. It was, said Pliny. Has anything happened to the tree? Yes, replied her mum, it is all glowing orange. I have been watching the sun come up. In real time, said Pliny.
Just then a group of 4 Japanese students came in and headed straight for the tunnel. They all went in together. Sounds of laughter mingled with the doleful dripping of water. Now I've missed my chance to go in, said Pliny's mum. Wait till later, Pliny said, and we'll go in together.
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