Yet More Fun Studies in Micro Vocal Projection

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~ Kevin you are dashed lucky you weren’t thrown into one of those Forensic Psychiatry Facilities to be found in every state capital run by Geoff Kennett, Ian Hickie, the psychotropic drugs for teens 2008 Australian of th.. uh-oh, Damian Ferrie, Astha Tomar, Angelo Virgona, Sophie Adams and not Jon Jureidini

~ Mother

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‘They were the days of the big migrations, those last days of August and early September, and Jim spent long hours observing and noting down new arrivals: the first refugees Miss Harcourt called them – a strange word, he wondered where she had heard it. He never had.

‘Tree martins first, but they came only from the Islands to breed; great flocks of them ewere suddenly there overnight, already engaged in remaking old nests, dotterel and grey-crowned knots, the various tattlers, once a lone greenshank; then sharp-tailed sandpipers, wood sandpipers from the Balkans, whimbrel, grey plover, the Eastern Curlew, Japanese snipe, [fork-tailed swifts from Siberia]: then much later, towards the turn of the year, Terek sandpipers and pratinoles, the foreign ones in the same flock with the locals but clearly distinguishable. He filled book after book with his sightings, carefully noting the numbers and the dates of arrival.

‘The first sight of a bird, there again, after so many months’ absence, in the clear round of his glasses, with a bit of landscape behind it, a grass tuft, or reeds or a raft of sticks – that was a small excitement. Quickly he took from his pocket the folded notebook with its red oilcloth cover and the pencil stub from behind his ear, and with his eyes still on the bird, made his illegible scribbles. [The greater excitement was in inscribing what he had seen into The Book].

‘Using his best copybook hand, including all the swirls and hooks and tails on the capital letters that you left off when you were simply jotting things down, he entered them up, four or five to a page. This sort of writing was serious. It was giving the creature, through its name, a permanent place in the world, as Miss Harcourt did through pictures. The names were magical. They had behind them, each one, in a way that still seemed mysterious to him, as it had been when he first learned to say them over in his head, both the real bird he had sighted, with its peculiar markings and its individual cry, and the species with all its characteristics of diet, habits, preference for this or that habitat, kind of nest, number of eggs etc. Out of air and water they passed through their name, and his hand as he carefully formed the letters, into The Book. Making a place for them there was giving them existence in another form, recognising their place in the landscape, or his stretch of it: providing ‘sanctuary’.

‘He did this entering up at a particular time and in a particular frame of mind. He liked to have the lamp set just so, and chose a good pen and the best ink; bringing to the occasion his fullest attention; concentrating as he had on those long boring afternoons at the one teacher school when he had first, rather reluctantly and without at all knowing what it was to be for, learned to form the round, full-bodied letters; and adding with a flourish now the big F’s, the curled tails of the Q’s. He was proud of his workl, and pleased when, each week, he was able to show Ashley what he had added.

‘ β€˜Beautiful!’ Ashley said for the names, the writing, as he never did for the actual birds, to which he brought only his silence. And that was right. It pleased Jim to have verbal praise for The Book and silence in the face of the real creature as it lifted its perfect weight from water into air, since in that way Ashley’s reaction mirrored his own.

‘When Ashley and Julia Bell were married at the end of the year Jim presented them with the first of the Books; not exactly as a wedding gift, but as a mark of the occasion. With it went the first of Miss Harcourt’s pictures.’

Mr Malouf 1982 Fly Away Peter

1 Macro or Parsed You-knee-versal Neoclassical word, sentence, paragraph, chapter, volume or cyclopedia (a reference work often in several volumes containing articles on various topics often arranged in alphabetical order dealing with the entire range of human knowledge or with some particular specialty as in the vast array of methodologically chaotic ‘science,’ technology, engineering, mathematics and history-of-the-visual & cinematic-arts topics for largely fatuous back-slapping and big cigars conference junkets artificially compartmentalised under patriarchic fiscal elites per Green Economist international newsletter Blundell Australia 1993)

2 syntactically accented as ‘meaning & social-value’ differentiated series.. for example you may take the 6 words What-is-this-thing-called-love?, and insert a comma respectively after the first, second, third, fourth & fifth words (David Kranz SA gvrnment Adelaide 1977)

3 these were seen in magnificent tight flocks of say 35 to 90 birds on any undogged secluded beach on western Eyre Peninsula from antiquity through until the early Twenty 0’s along the waterline. ‘Ours’ were from the west side of North Korea where they encountered issues with government concrete-aggregate OK

As a 17 Year-old I Rather Turned-up My Nose at David Malouf Hey

❝The phrase ‘mists of time’ refers to the natural decay and interference that causes short-term memories to be lost over time, especially when not actively rehearsed or maintained. Short-term memory ‘lasts only about 15-30 seconds’! and its content can be displaced by new information or weaken due to a lack of attention. To combat this ‘mist,’ people use techniques like chunking, repeating information, or using memory aids [like the Platonic mnemonic] to move memories into more permanent long-term storage^ [but these behaviours are to little avail withoutΒ good nutrition, bodily exercise, uninterrupted sleep, mutually emotionally rewarding relationships and shared-interest projects with other adults]❞

If Ashley discovered Jim, it was Jim who discovered Miss Harcourt. Miss Imogen Harcourt.

He was on his belly again, with a note-pad in his pocket, a stub of pencil behind his ear and the field glasses Ashley had provided screwed firmly into his head – they might have been a fixture.

He was watching a sandpiper in a patch of marshy bank, one of the little wood sandpipers that appear each summer, and come, most of them, from Northern Asia and Scandinavia, nesting away at the top of the world on the tundras or in the Norwegian snows and making their long way south.

It amazed him, this. That her could be watching, on a warm day in November, with the sun scorching his back, the earth pricking below and the whole landscape dazzling and shrilling, a creature that only weeks ago had been on the other side of the earth and had found its way here across all the cities of Asia, across lakes, deserts, valleys between high mountain ranges, across oceans without a single guiding mark, to light on just this bank and enter the round frame of his binoculars; completely contained there in its small life – striped breast and sides, white belly, yellow legs, the long beak investigating a pool for food, occasionally lifting its head to make that peculiar three-note whistle -and completely containing, somewhere invisibly within, that blank white world of the northern ice-cap and the knowledge, laid down deep in the tiny brain, of the air-routes and courses that had brought it here. Did it know where it had arrived on the earth’s surface? Did it retain, in that small eye, some image of There I was so many darknesses ago and now I am here, and will stay a time, and then go back; seeing clearly the space between the two points, and knowing that the distance, however great, could quite certainly be covered a second time in the opposite direction because the further side was still visible, [EITHER THERE IN ITS HEAD OR IN THE LONG MEMORY OF ITS KIND]

.. He shifted the glasses and found a black box on a tripod. The face ducked down behind it. The composite figure that now filled the frame was of a grey skirt, voluminous and rather bedraggled, topped by the black box wearing a sun-bonnet. The black box was pointing directly towards him. Could it be him that he was photographing?

It was only after a minute that he realized the truth. What the woman had in her sights was [THE SAME SANDPIPER HE HAD BEEN HOLDING, JUST A FEW SECONDS AGO, IN HIS BINOCULARS]. For some time, without either of them being aware of it, they had, in all this landscape, and among all its creatures, been fixing their attention from different sides on the same spot and on the same small white-breasted body.

The foregoing, “things” (in let us conceptualise Hollywood Era crude deracinated technology, engineering and mathematical scientific expert Display, Announcement & Ceremony terms) just mentioned or stated I am truly delighted to pass on to the Billionaire Monkeys with Typewriters now literally and mathematically exponentially doubling, tripling, quadrupling or whatvever daily readers comes from page 20 or so of Fly Away Peter ©︎ David Malouf 1982 with our enormous gratitude because astoundingly in a world actually destroying itself on behalf of ignorance about true quantum relations nextness that may only ever be a macro or imagined – that is to write in the Ruling-class language of mediaeval European times Metaphysical – mental construct actually motivated and powered by dumbed-down stupidity, vanity and micro Great-man Theory about any human future or futures.

Now petit-moi..

I think the essay’s OK, particulary the Nobel Prize for Physics ‘gear’ in that sub-penultimate pararagraph theyaah.

Kevin will you just stop thun-blahing on ?

John Blundell

Meat-pies, kangaroos and 10 Toyotas

Three times a member of the Australian Labor Party, three times quit, who knows what the fut… uh-oh holdz

~ We are the cartoon heroes We’re the ones who are going to live forever What you see is what you just can’t do

~ Inventing the Future: Postcapitalism and a World Without Work book by Alex Williams and Nick Srnicek 2015 and on Tuesday the shadow minister for small business in the parliament of Australia interrupted attempts at debate about economic, social, educational, industrial and environmental issues to propose a public holiday for a gambling industry animal race and Inventing the Future book by Denis Gabor 1973

! that statement is grievously & for the purposes of Science-education calamitousy incorrect

β±½ almost entirely erroneous 20th C ‘other-less,’ household-less, micro-climate-less environment-less and futureless neuroscience, psychiatry and ancient Egyptian mechanomorphist ‘Einstein’s brain in an ice-chest’ neurocognitive theory