On Wagging.

Some thoughts* :

To get the full pleasure from wagging a class, it must be one which you generally feel you should attend, and thus generally do attend, so that when you don't you have a heady, soaring sense of freedom (wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!) - and a slightly wicked joy at your own naughtiness.

It helps if you pick a class which is going to be terribly boring, because afterwards you haven't missed anything whatsoever and you can snigger inwardly at the poor suckers that went along (when later your suspicions of its dullness and utter uselessness are confirmed).

If you happen to be pretending to be sick or fiendishly busy and sacrificial by taking your 2nd cousin-twice-removed-who-is-at-death's-door to the hospital, don't go on facebook. Or wander up to uni to get the paper or a coffee when your class/es are still on.

Last but not least, if you're going to wag, make the most of it! Sleep in! Run, jump and be merry! Climb a tree! Eat cake! Find a hammock and read a book in it! Nap! Sing a song! etc..

*not that I would ever wag a class, you realise...

Fridge Fragments

these were invented with one of those magnetic word kits that you make poems (and other forms of ridiculousness) from.
...created by the canaries and friends!

It is always essential chocolate day.

Sing friend
and spray purple juiceness

music
his raw chant
rain's powerful
wind over the forest

use mother's leg
as car

be a live gift

I am not the flood
wanting beauty like blood

trip
o
u
t
man

dreaming
is love true or are you drunk
weak
sweet

I have the urge to eat the girl from TV
but she would club me on the head

a vision of a frantic fiddle storm symphony

please take my ache

though thousand ships fall
let's swim by time
but stare not.

part of me is ugly with lies

one may ask by worship

whisper love
shine a light in life together
eternity

near this black void
were those who cry

sun
spring
your delirious summer peach goddess
winter

i scream at sad sausages..........

bit o' faith

a prayer of the Northumbria Celtic Community:

Lord, you have always given
bread for the coming day;
and though I am poor,
today I believe.

Lord, you have always given
strength for the coming day;
and though I am weak,
today I believe.

Lord, you have always given
peace for the coming day;
and though of anxious heart,
today I believe.

Lord, you have always kept
me safe in trials;
and now, tried as I am,
today I believe.

Lord, you have always marked
the road for the coming day;
and though it may be hidden,
today I believe.

Lord, you have always lightened
this darkness of mine;
and though the night is here,
today I believe.

Lord, you have always spoken
when time was ripe;
and though you be silent now,
today I believe.


So true, but still hard to remember to trust, - in big things, but even in the little things too like last-minute assignments.. !

sea

really is a baptism of the ocean on your skin.
especially at night when the moon is splashing silver light all over you, and the waves, and the shiny beach.
and the water is in your ears, in your hair, down your face..

life explosion.

Jacek Yerka

Cool Polish artist I bumped into a while back:























fun, surreal, detailed, beautiful fantasy!

5 Years of History in the Strath Team Toilet!!

Yeah, the title pretty much explains it..





And some six years' history of beautiful people - living loving laughing lighting it up:



I was so blessed to be there & a part of the Father's kingdom magic.
And those champs down there continue to inspire, living out this crazy love and grace to (& with) everyone around them, in so many big and little ways.

Jonsi Jonsi Jonsi

It's hard to describe what this concert was like, just one of those had-to-be-there things really. The article further down catches a little of it.


What I remember is feeling like I swelled almost to exploding point with some rather weird, rare kind of music-induced joy. And that I wished he could have played all night at the very least.


I remember us walking, loitering dizzily, skipping, maybe even floating down the rainy street afterwards, getting gelato, hanging off chairs in the sheltered entry to a cinema, alternating between bursting with talk and drifting into happy dazed silences... haha

Darkness and light infused with the joy of being alive

Bernard Zuel - August 4, 2010 SMH

JONSI, Enmore Theatre, August 2

MAYBE the way to understand what it is about Jon Thor Birgisson which appeals (but could just as easily deter, I know) is to step inside the celeste-and-thundering-drums song Animal Arithmetic.

Here, the tall, boyish-looking Icelander usually called Jonsi describes a day of seeming mundanity, of haircuts and breakfast and riding bikes. Then he declares with unfettered enthusiasm, ''every day, everywhere, people are alive … we should all be alive'' as the music rattles along like a pack of pre-teens bursting out the school gates at 3pm.

It could be tacked-on naivety, the sort of faux innocence which grates. Somehow, though, Jonsi finds a way to channel the energy and pleasure of childhood without sinking into childishness (certainly not when another line equally excitedly declares ''get it on, let it out, f---ing and erupting''); to revel in optimism without turning into Pollyanna.

His music and his voice marvel at the colour and spirit of just being and churn with the rolling energy of it, and you can't help but be lifted. Just as you find yourself in some unfeasibly sunny corner when Go Do gallops past you. Go on, it says, I dare you to let go.

Jonsi and his small, multiskilled band, whose members all find a way to play various ancient keyboards, vibraphone, percussion, guitar and bass, don't just do sunniness. The show begins with a slow, darkened mood, grows into something like secular hymns (Grow Till Tall is as angelic and moving as anything by Thomas Tallis) and then, as light bursts through, fills out into a meaty and vigorous width.

Although the night ends with a cataclysmic shower of light and volume and cascading drums which is simply thrilling, these songs are not intended to be as dramatic as the music Jonsi makes with Sigur Ros. Instead they trade on a view that innocence and pleasure can sit next to maturity and heartbreak. We should all be so alive.