Comments on: Maintain The Ragers!

By: Greek and loving it

Greek and loving it — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 02:22:29 +0000

My husband says he wants me to try and behave like a bird.

I told him to increase his anti-depressant medicaton.

Was that the right advice?

Dear Greek and loving it,
Sure as hell was. Is he feeling chirpier? Chirp. Chirp. KJ.

By: The Dude

The Dude — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 11:32:04 +0000

Thank you The Lonely Scholar,

Kathleen, you’ll never take me home again!

How amusing that academics who urge graduands to stay focussed etc wander off course in their Readings inflicted on the learner with musings that would disgrace an illiterate glue-sniffer. This latest offering is even more ridiculously ludicrous than the Post Modernism Father.

By the way Joe Hockey is now a tweeper. But is he a Freckled Funster?

http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2009/09/10/2682317.htm

By: Greek and loving it

Greek and loving it — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 10:41:08 +0000

I wish.

By: Chadwick

Chadwick — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 09:08:58 +0000

Dear Greek and loving it,

A serious case of Hellenic Puberty Blues?

By: The Ginger Man

The Ginger Man — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 07:53:30 +0000

I am Nurse Try Do.
We have met before. I am your nurse for the evening shift.
I Try Do.

By: The Ginger Man

The Ginger Man — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 07:52:11 +0000

Hospital bed.... Khaki hat. Brown curls. White plain face. Homely...... HOMELY? Sir? Sir? Yes, Miss Suckle. You've broken your arm, and several other fractures, perhaps. Thank you, Miss Suckle. Tell them to fit me up with a Hannibal Lecter Mask. Sir?

By: Greek and loving it

Greek and loving it — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 07:25:49 +0000

Two red dots have appeared on my forehead.

Dear Greek and loving it,
Do let us know if they turn into eyes. KJ.

By: The Lonely Scholar

The Lonely Scholar — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 04:39:41 +0000

Thank you The Dude. Most consoling……..

Also I think back to a recent lecture from visiting Professor Kathleen Stewart. Here is the description of her talk titled Atmospheric Atunements.

‘Something throws itself together. Or sags, shifts tone, or fails. Invisible airs quicken around nascent forms, rinding up like the skin of an orange. Circulating focrces waver and pulse, visceralizing the sheer sense of something happening. The ordinary hums with the background noise of all that takes place in moments, scenes, objects, resonances, rhythms. The atmospheric attunes to the sentience of things passing in and out of existence to the expressivity of what Giorgio Agamben calls whatever being. This sensing out that attends is itself a labor of worlding, an effort to inhabit a flighty ground’.

Aren’t you glad I shared?

Dear The Lonely Scholar,
Thank you, THANK YOU. Professor Stewart – in a nutshell – as described the atmosphere around former homes of mine just prior to THE breakups. For years, I have tried to find the words. Just off to have a little weep. KJ.

By: The Dude

The Dude — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 02:52:01 +0000

Dear The Lonely Scholar,

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter – and that can be bad.

Love close up and personal can also be bad.

That is all I have to to say at this point in time.

By: The Ginger Man

The Ginger Man — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 00:12:49 +0000

What is happening here please? I awake from a fitful night - the nightmare of the day follows the nightmare of the night....... The fall from the giant Parliamentary Flagpole was spectacular but slow, in slow motion. Spinning, spinning, spinning. Darveesh, darveesh, darveesh. Yesirreebob…. Shock. Sudden pain. Nothing. Sir? Sir? Sir? Not now, Sam. What’s more I am dreaming..... Sir? Still in MTC, Sam…er Honeysuckle ? Yes, Sir. But you are dead, Sam. You murder people, they fall for your yellow curls under the khaki cap, and then you kill them. In Bletchley you’d be a Code Black. Sir? Sorry, Honey, it’s Auf Wiedersehn, as the Parachutists say before their bite. Sir, the ambulance is waiting. Waiting for what? Godot? Evensong? Cricket on the lawn? Sir, let me hold your head. Somebody should write a song like that, Sam.. Sir? You are dead, Sam. Dead. Stretcher bearer!!!! Over here. Honeysuckle Weeks in command. What in heaven’s name has been happening here?