Email to:Love At First Sight: Couldn’t Help It then: Still Can’t!
Being the last-born of Hec and Gwennie’s five lovely girls, the physical and emotional upheavals marking the march towards my womanhood was initially NO big deal.
To further explain, let’s invoke the metaphor of a process line at the Leeton Cannery…..here comes my eldest sister, Elizabeth-Kaye. She’s a peach. Strange things are happening. She is being peeled, de-stoned. Oh my, she’s being put in a tin. Good God. Off she goes to the Pressure Cooker.
Out She Comes: SHE’S CHANGED: SHE’S A WOMAN!
Ditto siblings Merrilee-Ann (Apricot), Julie Ellen (Pear), Francis-Maree (Quince) and lastly, me (Tomato).
But something extraordinary, even mystical, happens to me in the Womanhood Pressure Cooker.
I emerge not only with an instant DD bra cup fitting, but also with a hard-wired, awesome drive to Fall In Love At First Sight.
(Stupid Cupids: cr: simpologist: flickr)
Subsequently, I am on the loose in virtuous Leeton with new and profound emotions: a profound danger to others but but most of all, to myself.
And when I Fall in Love At First Sight with Mr City Lights things turn lethal.
I am hopeless at sports requiring hand, body or eye co-ordination. But this CANNOT stop me Falling In Love At First Sight with the athletic Adonis who’s lobbed in Leeton to escape the intrusive gaze of sophisticated urban women.
Soon, Mr City Lights is coaching Leeton’s toughest Women’s/Men’s Basketball team, Copperwine. Yes, yes named in tribute for the kick-arse band fronted by Jeff Saint John in his wheelchair – biggest hit, Teach Me How To Fly.
So……I am - as per usual - in Love At First Sight and - as per usual - have no choice in the matter.
I intercept Mr City Lights on our main street….
It would come as a surprise if you haven’t noticed ME around town…….
Mr City Lights: Can’t say I have……what gives?
WHAT GIVES!! It’s your lucky day Mr City Lights, that’s what gives……
For what you’re looking at is quite simply the most naturally gifted Women’s/Men’s basketballer the Riverina has ever produced. My name is Kerrie-Jean and I will be your wife – jus jokin’, jus jokin’, jus jokin’ PROMISE…..
BUT if you don’t let me try out with Copperwine, you will live to regret it…..you will, you will, YOU WILL……
Mr City Lights: Look here Skerrie-Keen, DON’T threaten me but it just so happens that two Copperwiners were nearly killed last week in a memorable game against their traditional rivals, The Whitton Maulers, so we ARE carrying injuries. Get a uniform. Parkview Courts. Six o’clock. Thursday.
Parkview Courts:
KJ in Copperwine uniform - disgustingly short, black pleated skirt, black knickers, tight maroon top. Impeccable make up – if not a little heavy handed.
Copperwine V The Brobenah Bitches.
Whistle.
Love At First Sight is propelling me all over the court (Mr City Lights: Position KJ, POSITION!) I’m jerking my hands up, waving them wildly in the face of every Brobenah Bitch I come across - whether or not the targetted Bitch has the ball or even looks like getting it….
Git of me KJ, git off me, GIT OFFA ME!!!!
I’m a natural. In a spectacular display of feminine strength and courage – and borrowing from my love of Aussie Rules - I go flying and kicking and screaming right over a bevy of Bitches, grabbing the ball for the first and last time. My My, My….How the tables are turning: Now, you git off KJ, YOU all git offa KJ!
I’m thinking: Didn’t think I would but I LOVE this game….just as Mr City Lights is – right now - growing to love me…….
I’m unstoppable: Fouling and swearing and charging and fouling and swearing and elbowing Brobenah Bitches and fouling and jumping up and down under the net baring my teeth…..shouting: Ree-Bound, REEEE-Bound, REEEEEEE-BOUND………. (…and that’s what all you Brobenah Bitches are: ON THE REBOUND….hee, hee, hee).
I’m thinking: Mr City Lights is surely IN LOVE with me by now. I’ve touched the ball once, the flick, flick of my little skirt is compelling stuff AND I’ve certainly got the Brobenah Bitches running scared: BRING IT ON, BRING IT ON!!!
I’m still running, even faster - after nothing, to nowhere in particular. Just showing Mr City Lights what’s possible. I’m now saying unforgiveable, very personal things to Brobenah Bitches. Running, running, skirt flicking, black knickers flashing. AND a big Brobenah Bitch can take it no more. The Bitch puts her big foot out and down I go. Heavily. On the asphalt. Legs akimbo (not nice, not nice…)
Play stops. The record book of Leeton’s Twilight Men’s/Women’s Basketball Comp has a new name in it – and it comes with no less than three citations :
KJ: Weakest player with NO potential for improvement.
KJ: Foulest-mouthed player.
KJ: Most painful case of full body grazes.
*NO regrets. I was In Love At First Sight.
Still happens.
Can’t help it……..
Anyone got a problem with that?
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THE GINGER MAN: The CALIGULAN CHRONICLES
(cr: Storm Cyrpt: flickr)
Great news! Our passion-aggressive adventurer (Ex-Trinity College, Ex-Bletchley Park) The Ginger Man, has finally arrived in Rome with his entourage.
Our ambassdor to The Vatican, Monsignor Tim Fischer, is said to be desperate for an audience. And who wouldn’t be? Who wouldn’t want to talk to the world’s loviest man, The Chief Monk, or the brave and good, Nurse Try Do? And that’s just for starters…..
For new visitors to kerriejean.com, approach The Ginger Man with an open heart. If you’re thinking: Who is this man?/what is happening? - a tip.
Just go back to the previous comments section and you’ll get the drift. *The Ginger Man has been operating out of our comments section for yonks. Like thousands of thrillseekers worldwide, I’m a bona fide fan. YESSIREETRUEBOBDAT!!!
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Aaaah….Love At First Sight. I’m predicting a wonderful clutch of comments and observations. Why not – for perhaps the first time this year - let yourself go and bung in a comment/story/classified ad? Your site/your choice. We’re all content generators now ya know…..
******ALL correspondents just take a deep breath and go for it!!
Just click on the ‘comment’ thingo and follow the simple instructions. The place to write your gems is at the bottom of the last published comment. *A little bit of counsel for people new to this caper. Your email (just called ‘mail’ in this case) address does NOT come up on site. And just ignore the URL thingo – just ignore it.
Prawn Cutlet Award
October 18th, 2009 at 7:13 pm
Dear KJ,
An awful cyber-incident example of what can happen when you fall in love at first site or offsite as the case may be.
Dear National Teritary Education Union Branch Manager/Madam,
I’m sorry but I can’t carry the banner at the front of the march that says Vice Chancellors Suck!
I would do it but my arm has been very sore.
Also, I’m organizing a group of students to sell lavender brownies in the area under the gum trees near the library at the rally to raise money for the Youths With No Animals fund.
BTW I took a rare afternoon off to see the latest Steven Soderburg film Che! (Parts 1 & 2)
Viva la comrades!
Dear Super-Dean,
After reading your lengthy message to staff in the Faculty newsletter (which I found very moving) I thought you might like some excellent lavender brownies that people say relax and revive simultaneously.
I first tasted them in Brooklyn last year and it’s only now that I’m on sabbatical that I’ve had time for baking. What do you say?
Dear The Lonely Scholar,
Aaaaah, Love and Ideology, Ideology and Love…..sometimes, SO difficult to reconcile…..
I have sadly – on more than one occasion – HAD to choose.
For example: My conscience, my strongly-held beliefs OR two weeks FREE on an exclusive island with a pompus, ageing arms dealer.
The resort won out.
My reasoning? I could try to save the world (impossible) or give succour to one lonely man (possible).
KJ.
October 18th, 2009 at 8:19 pm
Caulfield Cup…..
Watching the gallops was NOT a good way to get me in the frame of mind for a return to school, TOMORROW.
Today, was glued to a 30-minute DVD titled The Beginners Guide To Lawn Bowls.
The kids next venture will be winning an inter-school bowls tournament.
No doubt about that.
The pressure is on.
Last term, the playground was full of teams playing imaginary bowls – beautiful follow throughs, polite clapping…….
Trouble was, this continued into the classroom.
Come down at once!
Dear Megsy,
There’s not a person in here NOT hoping and praying that your school will be on top of those controversial ‘league tables’ – for Lawn Bowls.
*There’s still time to tell The Rev Kev via kerriejean.com that you want to divert his Highly Stimulatin’ Package money away from a new hall – to a full-sized bowling green WITH clubhouse.
Keep calm tomorrow. KJ.
October 18th, 2009 at 8:37 pm
The Ginger Man: Well gang, here we are in the Eternal City. What do we need? Cash. Moolah. How can we get it?
The Chief Monk: I spin fra yo.
Try Do: I Try Do.
TGM: Very commendable, but we need a PROJECT. I have a video camera someone left in the plane. Any ideas?
Godwin Grech: Does it send emails?
TGM: No
Joe Hockey Stick: We must remain focused.
TGM: Precisely. We must remain calm and focused. Focused on what?
Grand General Bim Bang Golly Whata Bim Bang: A commercial?
TGM: Thank you, Freedom Fighter. A commercial on what?
Napoleon: La Glorie de la France.
TGM: Thanks Nappy. But while we await your victory over the English and Russians we need to have a plan.
Godwin Grech: Air travel advertisement?
TGM: You are not just a pretty face, Godwin. I am going to roll this camera. One-two-three-four.
(Advertisement)
If you want to enjoy the lustral beauties of France, you have a problem.
Viewers, you want to get there safely. And what better way to travel than…
The General: Bim Bang Golly Whata Bim Bang Airways.
TGM: Which has incorporated Vindication Airways, 100 per cent Australian, of Leeton, New South Wales. Our staff are always on hand for your slightest need.
Nurse Try Do: I Try Do.
TGM: And our expert crew are always concerned for your safety.
Capain Baker: May Day, May Day, May Day. We’re all gonna die!
TGM: Cut!
To be continued…..
October 18th, 2009 at 9:11 pm
Operating freely under the exhortation: ALL correspondents just take a deep breath and go for it!!
Well, I’ve arrived here while contemplating doing a joint article with a poet on ‘Love and Disappointment’. The poet is putting the pressure on, setting deadlines – end of October, what shall I do!!?
Another complication is that I want to include these words from Gerard Manley Hopkins:
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing…
No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.
and these…
Only what word
Wisest my heart breeds dark heaven’s baffling ban
Bars or hell’s spell thwarts. This to hoard unheard,
Heard unheeded, leaves me a lonely began.
I was thinking about this as a confirmed bachelor-hermit from northern NSW who travels on trains, realising that there might be some communication barriers in dealing with a confirmed spinster from southern NSW who travels on planes.
We can be quite poetic when saying our prayers on a plane flight, no? Can we draw upon Hopkins’ The Windhover? And answer the question of Love and Disappointment at the same time?
Can anyone help me? Maybe I should just steal the Flight Captain’s joke book…then again, Love and Disappointment are serious matters.
Dear Hence the Hermit,
Welcome! You’ll be very comfortable in here. We already have hermits who visit if only to break what can be the gruelling routine of THE hermit life.
You must, simply MUST include GMH in any treatise on ‘Love and Disappointment’ – you could even make him the centrepiece of a ground-breaking contemplation, ‘Gerard Manley Hopkins: On Disappointment At First Sight’.
* I’ve heard that a huge squabble has broken out in in hermit circles – between traditional hermits who eschew the net and contemporary hermits who (like you) clearly do not. True? KJ.
October 19th, 2009 at 7:04 am
Piazza Caligula, Roma.
He no eata de heads.
I congratulated our Italian guide on the accuracy of that statement as we observed the remains of Tigger’s repast.
Not much left of Louis The Lip Dilippio, Guiseppe Joe the Scrota Scrotelli, or Giovanni Fat Man Fratelli, the three Mafia hit men of Don Cornyluna, who’d come over night to intimidate us from accepting Silvio Berlusconi’s invitation to the O.R.G.G.Y – Organizatione Rehabilitazione Geriatrico Genitalia Youth function – and had wound up as a Sumatran tiger’s brekkie.
I learned then that Tigger’s licks of love are not universal. Bad guys better watch out.
But Tigger is tidy, and gold watches, pens, nuggets, diamonds, rings and cigar lighters were piled into a corner along with Silvio’s embossed invitation which read:
Silvio Belusconi requests the pleasure of the company of La Signorina Try Do at the Palazzo Barberini at 5p.m.
I said:
What are we going to do?
Tigger has made true the statement, ‘Stick with Me and You’ll Wear Diamonds’.
But to send a young woman alone into his company? What to do?
I Try Do she said.
Very well, then. But send a companion along with her.. A chaperone!
Try Do: Who? Grand General Bim Bam Golly Whata Bim Bang?
No. TIGGER.
ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR…..!!!!!
To be continued.
October 19th, 2009 at 7:26 am
Ma dearie Hencie the Hermit-Manboyjesjokin,
I like dat Jerry Hopins. He good pot, yesireebob. He allus hopin, hopin, hopin.
Yo need da lubbins, yo need da spinn, yo need de Tigger lickin. Yo not need de Spellchecke – dat evil. Yo needin de Barbie doll MizMeatTrayjesjokin. Lub yo enemas like de Good Booke says. And one enema at a time. Yesirreebobtruedat.
October 19th, 2009 at 9:16 am
Hence the Hermit. Welcome!
Many come to drink, but few to wash in the waters of Radio Nationals most intellectual backwash.
However, this is NOT a pick up joint! That is unless you are planning to pick up Greek and loving it, Pandora, Marry Me, Megsy, Boo Boo, Roma Street, Ex-Leetonite, MYSELF the Lonely Scholar, Nurse Try Do, or Fanny.
KJ is off limits.
Men think that just because she has a strong chest, long legs and sort of blondie coloured hair she’s tough and ready for action. Not true. Not yet. Keep an eye on the personal section of The London Review of Books – when she’s ready that’s where you’ll find her.
Dear The Lonely Scholar,
What is this, EXACTLY what is this?!!!.
From my point of view? NOTHING but a disgraceful rant dressed up as academic freedom.
May I remind you – we have a new Hermit in here. And I suspect he was forced into such an extreme lifestyle because of the likes of you.
Shame, The Lonely Scholar, SHAME!!!!!!
KJ.
October 19th, 2009 at 9:44 am
A Thousand Greetings From The People Of China, and, to quote your Glorious Leader, Can I Just Say:
How All China is Wondrously Impressed with Heroic Way of Great Helmsman, The Rev Kev.
Courageously….and with no concern for personal safety Dispatched Highly Dangerous eight-year-old girl…..heading for Australian shores in leaky boat.
Now we fully understand Socialism with Australian Characteristics!
A Thousand Cheerios,
Mr FukU2.
PS: That 16-yr-old girl in boat – Jessica Watson – she dangerous too? Or does she have proper papers?
Dear Mr FukU2,
If there’s one thing our leader The Rev Kev CANNOT stand…..it’s folks with preaching attitudes. I’d be very careful if I was you, very careful….KJ.
October 19th, 2009 at 9:55 am
Dear KJ,
So sorry you’re right – evidently a case of premature adjudication. The Dean was right. Sabbaticals – too much free time leads to sloppy scholarship.
Apologies to Hence the Hermit.
I realise how hard it is for a hermit to remove the rock from the neck of the cave.
Please don’t have me up for cyber bullying.
I will do all I can to assist in retifying my mistake.
Dear The Lonely Scholar,
Okay, OKAY…..
(No need to go on and on) KJ.
October 19th, 2009 at 10:12 am
Volare!
I cannot get any sense out of anyone here because the great Al Martino has died.
Here in My Heart, I’m so sad and so lonely.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUKNOLdjEmA&feature=related
http://www.smh.com.au/national/obituaries/a-star-when-pop-singers-only-had-eyes-for-you-20091016-h13z.html
October 19th, 2009 at 1:52 pm
Dear The Rev Kev,
I wonder if you could do my husband and me a favour and get rid of school holidays?
We are a bit sick of them coming up all the time, and there’s generally too many of them.
We’d like to do a few social events and make new friends. We’ve tried ‘all-age’ events and they’re not working for us.
The children run off and we get thirsty for alcohol when we dance. Could you at least consider it and ask around?
Dear Greek and loving it -
I think me and Julia G will be at one on this: school holidays will be banned forthwith! We are both blissfully barren but find – because of marauding, holidaying children – we cannot move freely around Canberra or Leeton for at least 10 weeks of the year.
* Megsy’s attitude might differ.
KJ.
October 19th, 2009 at 9:38 pm
Errh, Hi again,
Thanks for your kind response KJ. I feel very much at home already.
Love at first sight, and then disappointment! Is that how it goes? I’m not sure. I still love the girl I loved as a six year-old.
I’ve received great news – well, it’s a bit of a relief anyway. Not only has the poet backed off, but the project has been cancelled altogether, due to the ill health of her uncle.
Oh, well…
She did give me the titles of some candidate poems that she was planning on including in the article. These were they:
A Little On Politeness.
Adjustment Disorder With Depressed Mood.
Admiring Penny Wong’s Global Workspace.
After Embracing Madness…Sublety.
And God Created Heresy and It Was Good.
Blokey, Boofey, and Full of Pranks.
Boy Faces.
Capacity To Suffer.
Cartoon Macho Mythologies.
CHINESE TEXT NOT REPRODUCIBLE IN ASCII.
Concern and Hope.
Could I Have Become a Radical?
Displays of Earthy Sensuality.
Notice she only got down to the D’s.
…Notice also, that she gets a bit philosoph-ic.
I’m thinking of combining those titles into a series of haikus using some of GMH’s favourite thoughts (i.e. disappointment).
Meanwhile, my next project entails being interviewed by the Philosopher James Stone about the life of a hermit, and what it is we really can offer the human race in the 21st century. Methinks it’ll have something to do with going on rains retreats with the Buddhists.
He was going to write a book called The Philosopher Stone, but JK Rowling got the jump on him. That was a long time ago now.
He wants to interview me on my porch, overlooking the kangaroos and the dam. I’m comfortable with that.
H.
P.S. Didn’t mean to step on anyone’s toes with my first effort, though I’m a little confused how that could happen. Thanks for the support KJ. I can’t really believe you’re off-limits.
Dear Hence the Hermit,
‘I feel much at home already….’ Wonderful news!
And there’s more……word is that all the other Hermits in here are DESPERATE to meet with you…..just the usual activities. Recipes-for-one swap, scheduled hotly contested debate, Turnbull or Rudd: The Best Deal For Hermits? and, of course, the traditional toast which all the Hermits look forward to – a la Grange Hermitage.
Now on the other matter….’I can’t believe you’re off-limits…’
Let me put it this way: ‘Elizabeth Taylor of Leeton just wants to be left alone…’
KJ.
October 20th, 2009 at 6:21 am
Love At First Sight.
The first time ever I saw your face,
I knew only Nana and you…..
Could look that good in specs.
October 20th, 2009 at 7:12 am
He no eata da turquoise socks…..said my Italian guide.
http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2009/10/20/2718552.htm
Tigger said:
ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR…..!!!
To be continued.
October 20th, 2009 at 8:22 am
Excellent idea Greek and loving it…!
It’s been at least a day since I’ve launch a stimulatin’, innovative, new inititiative, and your ‘no school holidays’ proposal will be next as soon as I get some new staff.
Sad to say some of ‘em can’t keep up with the super charged revved up Rev Kev’s Kevolution, and I’m currently advertising for new people. If you know anyone prepared to work 24/7, get them to apply – plenty of jobs going in the PM’s department.
Can I just say that I’ve always found that the best kind of holiday is a working holiday. I suggest fruit picking – the kids can get involved (earn a bit too) and it’s a great way of meeting new people from all over the world.
I’m a little worried about your ‘thirst for alcohol’ – be very careful my dear. I had a drink once in New York, got a little tiddly, and the next thing it’s all over the papers.
Look what happened to Frank Farina – a few cold ones at home, and next day he’s not only out of a job, but has Monica Attard quizzing him in a school marmy way – which may work for some blokes, but not The Rev Kev.
Standby for announcement very soon – via twitter – The Rev Kev’s annual WORKING HOLIDAY HOLIDAY.
God Bless Australia!
The Rev Kev.
The Rev Kev,
Take this as an on-line job application.
I would enjoy the challenge of working in your office. I have a Catholic Work Ethic. I am looking for a new horizon. Do you have a vacancy for a Protocol Officer? KJ.
October 20th, 2009 at 9:11 am
ROME….
What has been happening here, per favore?
I wandered past the fountain and flower beds of the Palazzo Barberini to find Try Do and Tigger, her minder.
We have sent the heads of Joe the Scrota and his Mafia comrades to Naples and Palermo with a Note: Tigger Enjoyed their Company!
What would we find in the Palazzo?
The remnants of an orgy? Contraceptives galore? No indeed.
I found Berlusconi sitting alone on a chair, holding a missal and rosary beads with a wistful look. He suddenly jumps up – walking around in no particular direction, a man possessed: TRY DO! TRY DO! TRY DO!
He is also singing a Cantata:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBMjzMW0AfA
Ah, there’s Tigger in the Corner, purring and he comes and gives The Big B a lick, well several licks.
I’ve become accustomed to her face….
La bella figura makes il giorno begin…
TGM: Where am I? In La Boheme or My Bella Lady?
Where’s Try Do?
Chief Monk : Lotsa lubbin here!
October 20th, 2009 at 10:14 am
No inclination to play Richard Burton (in The Sandpiper) to your Liz – rest assured. There no rules except those fully embraced, along with: ‘taking a deep breath and going for it.’
Recipes for single retreatists: Variations of onion, garlic, aubergines, carrot, pumpkin, broccoli florettes, tofu, tomato, (pumpkin) gnocchi, zuchini and a wok: saute, cook till tender, simmer for ten minutes – works every time.
Many hermits embraced the internet from the beginning – the need to compare notes? So lots of interchange in experiences of trying out Merton and the Solitary Life, Bachelard (Poetics of Reverie maybe) on books, acceptance of contradiction – or just gazing into the distance but not while food is simmering.
Stone has sent an email asking what I think of Kierkegaard…I’ll get back to him.
It’s all about lifelong Loving, Living, Learning, after all……
Dear Hence the Hermit,
Liz Taylor of Leeton is having a great day – and then someone goes and mentions…….’The Sandpiper’ ………..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66RIjBHtEco&feature=related
Off for a walk with my sketchbook……..KJ.
October 20th, 2009 at 3:22 pm
It’s the latest thing : The THANK YOU movement.
Brendan Nelson is standing by the highway with a ‘Thank You’ sign.
Shouldn’t The Rev Kev be thanking HIM?
Well, should we all be on the highway with signs of gratitude to all of those people who did not tell us to get stuffed when we said Good Morning?
http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2009/10/20/2718604.htm
Let’s hear it for the THANK YOU movement.
Dear The Dude,
I’d like to personally thank Dr Nelson for something he did 20 years ago – for once and for all, he turned me off men wearing earrings. KJ.
October 20th, 2009 at 3:36 pm
Thank God someone (Hence the Hermit) has put up a recipe – at last!
As I said in my first post ever on this blog: ‘I came here looking for lamb recipes and instead got a story about a chop bone stuck up a dog’s bum.’
I’m most relieved.
Dear Greek and loving it,
Ah, fond memories for you, fond memories for me…..
Now……for folks new to kerriejean.com….. I understand, I understand. What exactly is our dear Greek and loving it talking about? Context please! Here ’tis:
http://www.kerriejean.com.au/2008/09/when-dogs-knew-their-place-kj/
KJ.
October 20th, 2009 at 3:50 pm
ROMA
Where is Try Do? I demanded of Berlusconi.
I have often walked down this street before…said the reformed Don Giovanni of politics.
Shut up, WHERE is Try Do?
I’ve grown accustomed to her face….she almost makes the day begin…
Where?
Louis ‘Numb Nuts’ Natelli took her down to the cellar.
And Tigger?
He went too.
In the basement I found Try Do and Tigger asleep in a corner…….
There was not much left of Louis.
He no eata da head, said my Italian guide.
Mafia ranks are thinning.
Must round up the rest of the gang for the St Francis of Assisi Festival with the Pope.
To be continued.
October 20th, 2009 at 4:42 pm
ROMA
As we left the Palazzo Barberini, the sounds of Belusconi singing Speak Softly Love followed us…
Don’t look back I said. Non retorna!
I Try Do…..I Try Do she said.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=82zt5Fk5YTc
To be continued.
October 20th, 2009 at 5:25 pm
Thank you Doctor Nelson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pay
Hey, Hey, Hey….
So here’s to you Doctor Nelson,
For showing us the way
Hey, Hey, Hey….
Here’s to you Ambassador Nelson,
Who never prescribed us any pills
But treated us like dills.
Hey, Hey, Hey…..
Thank you.
October 21st, 2009 at 5:53 am
Roma
The words rolled across St Peter’s Square.
His Holiness put his head out above his balcony and listened.
Nuns, priests, abbots, monks, pilgrims, Opus Dei members put down their whips and took off their hair shirts, and brothers turned to listen to Berlusconi on Loudspeaker….
Speak softly love,
and hold me warm against your heart.
I feel your words
the tender
trembling moments start.
We’re a world our very own
Sharing a love that only few have ever known.
Wine colored days warmed by the sun…..
Deep velvet nights when we are one…..
I grabbed a loud hailer from a travel agent…
SHUT UP…SHUT UP…SHUT UP ABOUT MY FAIR TRY DO OR I SHALL SEND TIGGER AFTER YOU…
There was a pause then the Loudpseaker started again…
I’ve grown accustomed to Her Face… her smiles, her frowns…
The lovelorn are difficult to handle.
The Chief Monk: There’s a lot of lubbin’ here!
To be continued.
October 21st, 2009 at 7:54 am
Dearest friend KJ,
Peaches, pears, quinces, apricots, tomatoes. What a delight.
Had I been born into your lucky family, what pseudonym would I have been given? Lemons are bitter and I still hope for Love At First Sight.
I have often found myself falling in love with news readers on the telly.
Marry Me.
Aaaah Sweetie,
There’s NOT a person in here who doesn’t believe that one day you’ll wake up and guess what?……….you’ll be the happy ‘other half’ of a passsionate two-fruit combo. Promise. KJ.
October 21st, 2009 at 8:32 am
Reflections of Hence on a hemp hammock, gazing beyond the kangaroos…
Thought whizzings about: movies with and without Liz and Richard; wondering if the St Francis of Assisi Festival will include a big-screen presentation of Zeffirelli’s Brother Sun, Sister Moon (Fratello Sole, Sorella Luna, 1973)……………
……..remembering seeing that movie with my mother and sister, the only time the three of us attended a cinema together; noting that the Brother Sun, Sister Moon poster had a naked man on it; thinking how advanced we were in 1973…….
I had a ‘Solar Not Nuclear’ sticker on my VW – and what’s happened since then….reflecting on preferring Brother Sun, Sister Moon to Kubrick’s A Clockwork Orange - who wouldn’t?
………then considering how come the world since then has been an extension of the Kubrick movie?
……….asking, what if Bin Laden had seen Zeffirelli’s film when he was sixteen?
………..then considering the possibilities flowing from OBL’s more inner jihad journey; asking, would he have been just another happily obscure and anonymous member of the internet hermit’s group that existed in 2001?
Then wondering………why am I asking these things to someone who has gone off to do some sketching?
…………Moving on, but recognising something synchronistic in the ideas of Brother Son, Sister Moon, and the ‘love that moves the sun’ (Dante).
Taking on board the possibility of role reversals, and that men can cook and do the other things, I’ve decided that I’m more like the character played by Deborah Kerr in The Night of the Iguana (keeper of the poet-grandfather), thus further distancing myself from the Richard Burton persona.
It’s not an all or nothing thing though, as I do like his line in The Longest Day, when he says: ‘He’s dead, I’m crippled, and your lost’. Interesting to play that against Living, Loving and Learning, when not sketching things.
These are all reflections to be included in the cancelled article, sans muse, and to occupy oneself on a long train journey. Call it ‘really wobbly vipassana’.
One could decide to take the muse in oneself and exponentiate the role reversal. On that note I could then include my own poem about my love for the six year-old (when I was six, I hasten to add). This gets us back to the topic of the thread as well.
Alas, I’ve lost the English words, and am left with only the French translation, provided by a friend.
Well, I note that there are friends of the romantic languages here, so if anyone can provide me with something approximating the original English version of my poem, I would be most grateful, and would have to give you equal billing. I think I’ll recognise the original when I see it again.
Amour Qui Déplacer Le Soleil
Elle me prendre, guider
Sans fin abaisser
Avec grand foncé forêt
Pour inonder remplir plaine
Pleuvoir près me
To goûter son inférieur passion
Pour amuse dans illusion
Pour ce amour donner
Rechercher fin tout troubler
Et quand rencontrer terminer
Que cercle ainsi rempli
L’un qui prendre son enfant-esprit
Et soulever siège
Un haut forme, un serpent-Queen
Au Milieu du Calypso et Circe
Ultime Serene
Et dériver dans ceux-ci sublimer mer
Faire son voie avec facilité
Allex chez charité, espoir, clarté
Et autre tel ceux-ci
Namaste, et Namastee…….
Dear Mr Hence the Hermit,
Goodness me!
The hemp hammock is really swingin’ today, REALLY swingin’…….cinematic history, special family moments from another time, ‘What ifs?’, ‘Why nots?’……..this is Living, Loving And Learning at the very highest of levels.
Everyone wishes you the best for your impending train journey.
*Being a Hermit with special needs, do you have to pay for a whole carriage but use only ONE seat? KJ.
October 21st, 2009 at 8:36 am
Dear Miss KJ,
Carnt help admiring the strong religious themes running through your excellent blog – clearly you’re bringing back some much needed balance to Radio National since The Religion Report got the old heavo, and young Crittendon was sent packing.
Also carnt help wondering what’s going on in the Anglican Church – it’s always been clear to me that it’s almost impossible for a rich man to drive his Merc through the eye of a needle, but in the past the Anglicans seemed to have no problem praying and making enormous amounts of money.
NOW, as Annie Proux once said in a different context, it’s all gone TITS UP IN A DITCH , and suddenly Doc Jenson’s confessing that $160-million has disappeared down the toilet – for God’s sake!
The Good Doctor is feeling ‘terrible grief’ (who wouldn’t if they’d just lost all that dough – no surprises there), but he goes on (God how he goes on) – wondering aloud if God is ‘testing’ him….worse still, maybe ‘punishing’ him.
Oh Dear, Oh Dear, Oh Dear.
Talk about preaching from the Gospel of the Bleediing Obvious.
I bet you’re glad you’re still with the other mob (more guilt but more fun), unlike The Rev Kev.
Carnt help thinking the world was a better place when a chap knew where he stood.
LAB = Catholic
LIB= Protestant
Amen,
The Old Carnt.
Dear The Old Carnt,
I too have been following the sad saga that is financial woes of the Sydney Archdiocese. I mean….sinking $160-million in The Riverina Emu Managed Investment Fund…..unforgiveable!
* I used to carry SO much Catholic guilt, it was dehabilitating……so serious, ABC Human Resources got sick and tired of signing off on my leave certificates:
REASON FOR ABSENCE: Guilt.
Now, I have learned acceptance – and with this – comes great inner peace. I AM HELLBOUND. BIG DEAL!!! KJ.
October 21st, 2009 at 1:35 pm
Dear Hence the Hermit,
And all this is happening on a WEDNESDAY?
October 21st, 2009 at 2:05 pm
Piazza di San Pietro, Roma
TGM to visiting Sicilian peasant: You lenda me youra shottagun so I killa da fox what eata my chickens, per favore?
Peasant: Why of course, old chap. I’m from Palermo where we all carry shotguns…..
TGM: Thanka you, buona anima. Imaback inna minuta.
Peasant: Pleased to be of assistance.
HER SMILES…..HER FROWNS…….
BANG! (Speaker one gone)
I’VE GROWN ACCUSTOMED…….
POW! (There goes the Amp)
HERE IN MY HEART, I’M…
BLAM BLAM!! (Speaker two out)
…….she almost makes the day begin….
KAPOOOOOOOOOOOW!
Silence.
TGM: Mille grazie, paisan. I killa da foxa, YES.
Peasant: Pleased to be of service, old man.
To be continued.
October 21st, 2009 at 2:14 pm
Hi again, and thanks for encouragement as to the ‘going for it aspect’.
Yes, the hemp hammock was swinging for sure. Not so much extreme swinging mind you – I do prefer a gentle swing these days, more along the lines of extremely rhythmic.
Also, knowing that my deep obscurity and anonymity will ever protect me, here’s a picture of the kangaroos as recorded at the hemit’s gathering site, circa 2009.
http://www.gather.com/viewImage.action?fileId=3096224745968364#
Well Mr Hence The Hermit,
One thing I can tell you – there’s many a fan of the kangaroo at work in here. Just for starters, our beloved Passion-Aggressive The Ginger Man is right at this very moment fluffing up Kev The Kanga for the the Saint Francis Of Assisi Festival.
Me?……..I have mixed feelings.
I once collected a Big Red (or Big Grey or Big Speckled…) while motoring in my Datsun 180B near Grong Grong.
I was hurtling out of control – skidding for what seemed like two months from one side of the road to the other. What I thought were my last words were: ‘Oh Dear….Oh Dear….Oh Dearie Me…..’
Suddenly, I spun right around – ending up in the dirt in the same lane that I’d been motoring in – upright but in EXACTLY the opposite direction.
It was most disconcerting when everyone in Leeton said that I should be dead. KJ.
October 21st, 2009 at 2:29 pm
Dearest KJ,
Our workplace is having Melbourne Cup do on the mezzanine. (I’m in charge of canapes).
Do you have any tips for what I should wear … something to turn heads? My new white stilettoes have three inch heels.
There will be oodles of gentlemen from nearby offices in attendance!!!
I intend to bring the nation to a stop!!!!!
So excited – never say never,
Marry Me.
Dear Marry Me,
What spirit, what verve!
What to wear?
Simple.
ANYTHING but a bubble skirt….KJ.
October 21st, 2009 at 3:55 pm
Dear Greek and loving it and The Rev Kev,
No school holidays!
Just this afternoon I had a helper come into my classroom and ask if I wanted anything ordered for Christmas craft.
No. You know I’m not into that.
The kids were quiet. They know that’s how things are.
In fact, appears that we’re just going to work right through the Chrissy holidays……..
A couple of nervous giggles from the younger ones.
No way, I’m outta ‘ere, said a Year 6 boy.
Yes, you’re right (I thought….)
Policy on the run is a dangerous business The Rev Kev, a very dangerous business…….
Dear Megsy,
NO Christmas craft! That was the only thing I enjoyed at St Joseph’s Primary. One cotton reel stuffed up the dress of a doll = The Virgin Mary. One shoe box painted brown = Stable. One jelly baby in a matchbox = The Baby Jesus.
Christmas craft activities gave my self-esteem a much needed boost. It was the only time any nun ever uttered a word of encouragement…eg, ‘Two cotton reels might work better KJ…..’
KJ.
October 21st, 2009 at 5:36 pm
Roma
We gathered at the foot of the steps leading up to the Basilica.
So many people had trodden that marble, including Charlemagne, and now it was our turn: Fingo the fox-dingo, the Five Super Puppies, progeny of Festina (nee Brekkie), Kev The Big Red Kanga, the Chief Monk (already spinning in anticipation), little Godwin ‘Mr Email’ Grech, Tigger the ‘lubbin’ Sumatran tiger, Dr Spook, the ASIO psychiatrist, Captain ‘Fearless’ Baker, the TAA pilot, Mr Joe Hockey Stick, Focus expert, Grand General Bim Bang Golly Whata Bim Bang, reformed camp commandant….and Nurse Try Do, the sweetest heroine since Vera Lynn…..followed by Napoleon I, Emperor of the French.
I have not seen His Holiness since I took the Crown from him and placed it upon my own head in Paris, said Nappy. I must ask him to move to Avignon away from these mad Italians that my brother, the King of Naples, is attempting to subdue for la glorie de la belle France.
(I said) I’m sure he’ll be delighted to see you again…..
How many steps? Asked Captain Baker I’m afraid of heights.
Not sure, looks like thirty-nine.
Thirty-Nine Steps? Like the film? MAY DAY MAY DAY MAY. We’re all gonna die!
Grand General Bim Bang Golly Whata Bim Bang said the oil near Timor would provide enough cash to build an arena twice the size of St Peter’s.
Yes….and perhaps bring the death rate for children under five down from 92.9 deaths per thousand live births to Australia’s rate of 5.8.
Dat Commo talk said the General.
Do they have email here? asked Godwin Grech, straightening his tie.
Here, take these tablets said Dr Spook.
The Chief Monk was blissful, spinning out of control, looking at the crowds and encouraging them to join in ‘de lubbin fra de Lorde.’
At the top of the steps he grabbed a microphone near the red carpet reserved for the Pope and told the people:
Sorry bout de death ob dat JayPee, but now yo gotta lub dat Benny-man. Yesirreebobtruedat.
Lub yo enemas, one at a time.
We have to stay focused said Mr Joe Hockey Stick.
Try Do popped her head out of the pouch of Kev The Kanga. I Try Do!!!
The Chief Monk told the people: Ya see? She Try Do. You Try Do too!
Fingo and his pals were making merry……
Saint Francis always brings out the best in them. They were all spinning as if they had been Dervishes all of their little lives. Tigger is licking all he meets.
No sign of any Mafia. They make him peckish.
On one giant TV screen we could see Pope Benny giving his blessing with a lovely smilerino.
But on the other?
Oh no!
BERLUSCONI. Singing his heart out…..
Her smiles, her frowns, her ups, her downs……..
Mr B has a gold locket. Does he want to give it to Try Do?
Tigger said:
ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Not sure coming to Rome was such a bright idea.
To be continued.
October 21st, 2009 at 10:37 pm
Dear Greek and loving it,
It usually happens on a Wednesday – early. Appreciate your kind remarks and would encourage you to render my poem in Greek if you’d like, since the English version doesn’t look like it’ll emerge.
KJ, Great Datsun 180B story! Yes, I guess those big greys out west pose a problem. The old 180Bs were pretty nippy and I found you could avoid a lot of problems just by planting it.
As to the best options for solitude on a train journey. I just open my copy of ‘Bibliography of First-Person Narratives of Madness in English’ (4th edition). The conductor doesn’t even tend to ask for the ticket!
http://www.mtholyoke.edu/acad/assets/Academics/Hornstein_Bibliography.pdf
Um, this is one nutty corner of the universe huh…
Dear Mr Hence the Hermit,
Do NOT be concerned. Our poet-in-residence, The Big Lebowski, is while I write convening his translation sub-committee – your poem will be given the treatment. I can hear The Chief Monk in the background: ‘Truebobdat, truebobdat!!’
Greek and loving it works on her translation while she cooks. So we’ll see what happens there……
*Another horror tale from the annals of ‘Motoring In My Nippy Dattie 180B’.
Roaring along near Ardlethan – looking forward to collapsing into Gwennie’s arms following another romantic disaster.
BLOW OUT! (first time I’ve experienced the phenomenon)
A noise unlike I’ve never heard before. BANG! BANG! BANG! Nippy Dattie 180B maintains propulsion. CLINK, CLATTER, CLATTERRRRRRR, CLATTER, CLATTER, CLINK, CLINK, CLINK….180B enters critical stage of blow out cycle…..SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE…….a la metal wheel on bitumen….SHAKE, SHAKE……CLATTER, CLATTER….BANG, BANG….SHAKE, SHAKE…….
(God help me – a metaphor for my recent breakup – NOW, my Dattie is DISINTEGRATING around me)
What I thought were my last words were: ‘Oh Dear, Oh Dear, Oh Dearie Me.’
End up in ditch. Truckie appears.
‘You all right love……?’
‘Please, can you tell me what happened back there?’
‘You had a blow out, love.’
(Shaking hand across mouth) ‘Oh Dear, Oh Dearie me……..’
KJ.
October 22nd, 2009 at 5:39 am
ARRIVEDERCI ROMA:
Kev The Kanga with Try Do in his pouch Boinged up the steps and with one big Boing landed next to the Pope while we watched.
His Holiness was undisturbed and continued his address on St Francis…
SAN FRANCESCO AMAT GLI ANIMALES QUIT DEUS CREATIVIT… DOMINUS VOBISCUM ANIMALES!
Every sentence the Pontiff uttered was followed by a deafening TRUE DAT from The Chief Monk as he whirled below.
ADOREMUS ET OREMUS….
True Dat!
PAX VOBISCUM…..
True Dat!
AMOREMUS…
True dat! Lub yo enemas!
Even the Carabinieri did not seem to mind.
The Five Super Puppies wagged their tails at Benedict and Fingo gave a happy Orooooooo.
But meanwhile Berlusconi would not desist – TRY DO! TRY DO! TRY DO!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUX5bKs9APU
At that point an old friend appeared in the Sky in a giant helicopter……
To be continued…….
October 22nd, 2009 at 6:47 am
Hi KJ,
Don’t know if you’re familiar with a magazine called Rolling Stone.
Suggest you check it out – it’s pretty cool.
http://www.news.com.au/couriermail/story/0,,26243499-5016424,00.html
The Rev Kevster.
Hey, Hey The Rev Kevster,
Sure baby, SURE – I know whatcha talkin’ ’bout – I’m a SUBSCRIBER.
And I’m just waitin’ for the lines to open – to CANCEL.
Have a groovy day Baby!
Ciao, KJ.
October 22nd, 2009 at 10:24 am
Speaking of ‘boinging up steps’, empty bongs, and ‘not rock-n-roll heads filling the cover of ‘Rolling Stone’ – I fear we are in a cultural decline.
I’d just love to hear The Rev Kev admit to playing Nitty Gritty Dirt Band or Dan Hicks in his kombi van. But not likely – Oh woe! No wonder I’m a hermit these days!
How do we recover that ascendent culture (and rehabilitate the likes of me), circa 1973, when naked men adorned film posters about St Francis of Assisi?
Only years earlier, Mick Jagger recited John Donne’s The Good Morrow at a concert at Hyde Park just after Brian Jones died. Oh woe the ‘we’ that is misbegotten and forgotten. Those WERE the days my friends…..
Just met a person on a yank site who was married to the Gordon of Peter and Gordon – he died a broken man, broken down, and broken hearted.
And what did they sing?
Please lock me away, and don’t allow the day/here inside, where I hide, with my loneliness/I don’t care what they say, I won’t stay in a world without love.
Well, seems he was true to his word.
Maybe it could be, or maybe just a half-be, but don’t quote me, a 180B recovereeeee, of culture. As in, asking KJ – with her fine memory of 180B incidents, to give us a run down of what music was playing in the 8-track cartridge just prior to the incidents. If it was Steppenwolf, that would explain a lot.
I don’t think The Rev Kev will make it to my facebook friend’s page, where recent remarks have entailed:
[quote]
They had a way with album titles which fits well with Sandy-Scott-style ‘Reminiscing’, with the likes of ‘To Our Children’s Children’s Children’, ‘Seventh Sojourn’, ‘Question Of Balance’, ‘Every Good Boy Deserves A Favour’ and ‘In Search Of The Lost Chord’.
In the fun section, from a Monty Python perspective, in the ’summarise Proust’ competition genre, just reciting Moody Blues titles might be the way to go.
Then there’s the ‘Days of More Recent Future Passed’, like the men’s camps and visitations at Woz’s place, near the kangaroos.
PS: That ‘74 release must have been a ‘best of’ album.
[unquote]
Nope, don’t think The Rev Kev could help us…funnily enough…I think St Francis could!
Tracking back to VW superbug and Elton’s ‘Goodbye Yellow Brick Road’. Don’t think The Rev Kev would have been at Randwick Racecourse for the corresponding concert. Nope on that too…?
Ahhh, Sandy Scott, where are you when we need you?
Dear Hence the Hermit,
There’s many, many strong women in here who have oft pondered: What EXACTLY Happens At A MEN’S Camp? (For Hermits?) Already, Greek and loving it has contacted me offering her services as caterer for your next one.
I once knew a man who came back from a MEN’S Camp full of new ideas: You gotta go KJ. You are SOOOOOO negative. I did NOT cry. I did NOT cry. I just said: ‘You’re an idiot – always have been, always will be…..’
You may be interested to know I saw the great Sandy Scott (as a middling to late career artist) in the superb entertainment facility that is the Leeton RSL Auditorium.
Bar staff reported record sales of bacardi and coke to the 500 ladies making up the audience. Emotions ran higher – and higher. Some gals sat there weeping.
* No soundtrack to my blow out. Some idiot took my radio – yanked it right out of the dash. KJ.
October 22nd, 2009 at 2:57 pm
Hence The Hermit,
Lets’ see what happens with the French. And more on a Wednesday…..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGOohBytKTU&feature=related
October 22nd, 2009 at 5:30 pm
Came downstairs As An Act Of Courage.
Read everything about LOVE.
I fell in Love At Second Sight. Didn’t work out.
Back upstairs to The Doona…….Alone.
October 22nd, 2009 at 8:58 pm
DON
Don Lane, farewell;
Perhaps in the end,
Your memories and thoughts
They left you as well…
But not our own recall, our affection
For the Lanky Yankee.
Filling the basket of dreams
With one effortless throw
And the screen with a smile
That would make Moses crack up.
And you left us diminished
Each in our own way.
Because part of our lives,
A portion of our memory
Has gone with you,
Has been lost, as you departed
Stage left with a disarming grin,
A hop, a skip and a wave.
The Ultimate Performer,
The Yank who Loved Aussies…..
And got it all back heapsfold.
Bravo TBL, Bravo! KJ.
October 23rd, 2009 at 5:34 am
….At that point an old friend appeared in the Sky in a giant helicopter…………..
Regina della Giordania yelled some of the crowd. RANIA!
Yes. It was Rania, Queen of Jordan. Come to pay her personal respects to Saint Francis.
We had formed a friendship on Twitter. Like me, she gets a bit lonely. Rania is the Queen of Twitter:
http://www.queenrania.jo/default.aspx
Avante! she cried and we went on board.
As we took off Captain Baker called out: Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, we’re all gonna die ! The plane has no wings ! Fasten your seat belts and start smoking! We’re all gonna die!
Rania is a beautiful person. So calm.
To be continued.
October 23rd, 2009 at 5:40 am
As we whirred into the sky, The Chief Monk was fascinated by the blades above.
Lookatdat SPIN!
Calm down, I said.
It very Suffi. Spin fra de Lorde!
Her Highness smiled: Call me Rainia.
It no RainiaMissRoyalMeatTrayjesjokin’…..It very fine day in de desert.
The Queen of Jordan smiled and passed me some pictures of children she had placed on Twitter.
We think we are old friends, even though we have not met personally.
Below an Italian man was waving his arms frantically. He had the air of a broken man.
Tigger looked down:
ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
The Pope was waving too.
…..It’s the same old story said the Queen.
A case of love and glory said I.
A case of do or die she said. We must remember this, a kiss is still a kiss…
Captain Baker looked at the controls…
MAY DAY MAY DAY MAY DAY – WE ARE ALL GONNA DIE…..
It’s still the same old story…
*The next episode concludes ‘The Caligulan Chronicles’.
October 23rd, 2009 at 9:54 am
Jordan
When we landed Queen Rania banished all of our entourage…..
They shall be perfectly safe….
Tigger put his head around the door, and was shooshed away.
Queen Rania: We are Twitter friends?
Yes.
We are lonely?
Yes.
It is the essential human condition.
Yes.
You are like me a visitor to kerriejean.com?
Yes.
What do you think happens there?
What happens, happens.
And you?
What happens, happens.
The past?
It has happened.
The future?
It will…….. happen. Thank you. I will must go now. Good afternoon.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pudOFG5X6uA
And so ends ‘The Caligulan Chronicles’. Thank you, TGM. Safe adventurin’.
*A new The Ginger Man chronicle starts under my next post.
October 23rd, 2009 at 4:22 pm
Beautiful end to ‘The Caligulan Chronicles’, TGM.
October 23rd, 2009 at 9:13 pm
Just before you get your motors runnin’ and head out on the highway…
Getting beyond disappointment now, allow me to say that, just as TGM’s beautiful chronicles live on, love at first sight lives on, and LOVE lives on.
Yes indeed, Love, says the poet and me, for all we incarnations of eternity, lives on in ALL its forms, whether manifested as (in honour of the Greeks, on a Wednesday, or any day):
• Ludus – the game playing and control seeking love;
• Storge – the friendship love, slow to develop and resistant to dissolution;
• Mania – a possessive love that can spark jealousy and/or self doubt;
• Pragma – the logical love, seeking a suitably matched partner
• Eros – the passionate and erotic love which often emphasises physical attractiveness and lends itself to hedonistic expressions;
• Agape – a selfless love which lends itself to compassion and a spirited dimension of the St Francis variety.
And drifting in these sublime seas, he makes his way with ease to… considerations of how much greater Sandy Scott’s career might have been, had he made a cover version of the Billy J. Kramer & The Dakotas song, ‘Trains and Boats and Planes’.
Trains and boats and planes
Were passing by
They mean a trip
To Paris or Rome (or Athens)
To someone else
But not for me………….
…We were so in love
And high above
We had a star
To wish upon wish
When dreams came true
But not for me
The trains and the boats and planes
Took you away, away from me…………..
The trains, boats, planes, and netball games, that take our loved ones away, but we will always have Dean Martin, and ‘Return to Me’, which Sandy Scott DID cover!
Looking forward to more Living, Loving, Learning at the highest level!
On that note, in the interests of learning at the highest level, I have to point out a mistake of mine. It wasn’t John Donne’s ‘The Good Morrow’ that was quoted by Mick Jagger at Hyde Park in ‘69. It was Shelley’s ‘Adonais’.
Dear Mr Hence the Hermit,
Thank you for explaining the different love afflications that may beset us. Problem is – that at any one time – I can present with simultaneous MULTIPLE indications.
In one memorable episode, I had a very bad case of Ludus mixed with Eros, overlayed with a potent dose of Mania.
My friends, full of Storge, could initially only look on – Agape.
BUT, they did hastily convene an intervention the day I turned up in a modest skirt – and bonnet – declaring: I AM NOW AMISH!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3p_tvjqSrBk
And that ladies and gentlemen, is the MOST romantic, lubbin’ scene from contemporary 20th Century Cinema….. TRUEBOBDAT! KJ.