Whatever happened to the leftover lamb?

"For me, true perfection is a result of passion, understanding and the willingness to transform lives," Dr Chris Brown (veterinarian).

"Nala [a dog] and the Purina One team agree."

This quote appeared in an advertisement for pet food.

Car's Law coffee mishap

(Aketon is ...?)

A fragment of John Kinsella's Armour (on poems without politics ...?)

From the OED: A stuffed jacket or jerkin, at first of quilted cotton, worn under the mail; also, in later times, a jacket of leather or other material plated with mail.

Window on the 461 II

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Trans parent

This window, whose otherwise dull life was brightened by the occasional court jester appearance at kids' parties, ended it all by leaping through a window. IRONIC huh! (He was a single father of three.)

Window on the 461 I

Finding yourself in a Morandi still life

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Giorgio Morandi's Still life, 1960 was painted four years before his death.

The Mundanity of Reconstruction

Mundanity (from the OED).

1. The quality or fact of belonging to the world; worldliness. obs.

2. The quality of being in vogue; fashionableness. rare.

3. The quality or fact of being commonplace, trivial, or ordinary. Also: that which is commonplace; a humdrum thing, a tedious necessity.

Inundation

Passing

We walked on cold ground
Heavy with rain
Unspoiled yet
By night
Or the nomads
Who pass through here

We came to a fire
Straining to see
Its long
Loosely offered
Curlicue tongues
Flare out
Amongst the swollen brush
Lifting and parting
And reforming fiendishly
Into places beyond the embered lair
Or the gypsy pilgrims
Whose tambourine capering
It shadowed

We unwrapped each other
In a cradle of leaves
Out of view til morning
Til our passing
Could be weightless again
Of the temptation
Of the surrender
Printed like veins on our skin

Fragment

A Definite Article

Spider Window

A Tullamarine Factory

Apprenticed in shades of pink
But not for them
This headful of
Blood moons
And silted river beds

Little grey animals
Infested the factory
Bolder the closer they came
To the colour guns
And for a time
My only means of survival

But not for them either
That eventually I retired
Bought a chair
And fashioned while compos
Spherical objects
From moist sand
For the markets

Going Down

Endeavouring to find the right words I

By coincidence, the sailor quoting John Donne was the great poet's namesake. The conversation continued ...

"Yes."

"And you reckon your fancy words'll help?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"They'll make this perilous predicament seem less real. That is to say ... less real."

"You're an idiot."

"Yes Captain."

"Who hired you?"

"You did."

"So I'm an idiot?"

"Captain?"

"Who hired you?"

(Pointing towards the wave) "Fate, sir."

Beth's Window

After a clean up, no one expected to be able to see more clearly. (Though some new geometry did emerge.)