And so it goes...
.......This is a blog where my other self exists in any number of the dimensions of Time and Space........... .
Thursday, 24 November 2011
Friday, 11 November 2011
and the guns fell silent..
Pvte Edward D'Arcy Kendrick .no 2131, 9th Battn then 3rd Brigade MG company 1st AIF . KIA The Somme 25/7/1916 (1896-1916)
Pvte Amos Wardill of Southend,Essex, no.89546, Machine Gun Corp KIA Flanders ,21/03/1918
Friday, 4 November 2011
Jones St ,Ultimo, 1979.....
Now I don't hardly know her
But I think I could love her
Crimson and clover
Ah
Well if she come walkin' over
Now I been waitin' to show her
Crimson and clover
Over and over
Yeah
My mind's such a sweet thing
I wanna do everything
What a beautiful feeling
Crimson and clover
Over and over
Crimson and clover, over and over
play the song big boy!!!
But I think I could love her
Crimson and clover
Ah
Well if she come walkin' over
Now I been waitin' to show her
Crimson and clover
Over and over
Yeah
My mind's such a sweet thing
I wanna do everything
What a beautiful feeling
Crimson and clover
Over and over
Crimson and clover, over and over
play the song big boy!!!
Tuesday, 13 September 2011
Recovered Pics..well well well
first up 1978/79, sort of a New Wave street life inner city time..Paternoster Row Pyrmont..refers well with Arthur Easton 1978
then
Brumby St ,Strawberry Hills 1983/4
Monday, 4 July 2011
Thursday, 23 June 2011
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Borrowed from http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/
COME live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.
There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair linèd slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.
A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my Love.
Thy silver dishes for thy meat
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be
Prepared each day for thee and me.
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my Love.
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.
There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair linèd slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.
A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my Love.
Thy silver dishes for thy meat
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be
Prepared each day for thee and me.
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my Love.
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