Bush: in my life…

Bush Is one of my six life streams. Bush in Heathcote, Blue Mountains, Shoalhaven, Tasmania and Aotearoa New Zealand. And back to the Larapinta trail.  And the mountains of New Zealand. I’m  a bushwalker.  It’s an identity I developed in my teens. It’s never gone away.  I do more walking in the bush than is evident here.  This walking, climbing, mountaineering, tramping, camping and travel aspect is huge in my life but minimal in this blog, as I championed the  psyche in cyberspace.

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Growing up on the edge of two national parks I had the years from 8 to 18  years walking, running in beautiful bush.  And swimming in the hospitable creeks, surfing in the best beaches in the world.  Then I left for teachers college in Tasmania, one big national park.  After Tasmania,  aged 22 I went on a world ‘working holiday’, but climbing and skiing kept me there then university marriage and parenthood.  now in Aotearoa New Zealand still at 77 and almost part of the bush here.

Notice it was university as well that kept me here, part of another life stream I call Words.

And a relationship, another life stream.

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The Rovers Pool

Pods — 2014


Did a few of these after I came back from a month in the bush. Posted here now as I tried to get it into the media library from Apple photos on thr iPad …. But no,  it publishes it as well.

I like poems that sing

I like poems that sing
and hum, they’re easy on
the brain. Nothing
obscure, but plenty to ponder.

And nothing long. Unless
it really gallops. I want
to see what’s going on.
and what’s underneath.

Love is good in poems. And
life and death. Birth is rare
unless it’s spring, let’s have
more. Earth and fire. Breath.

But nevermind. Poems do not obey commands.
They come half-made and not to order.

Tidying up old documents — One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Powerful, Bankrupt.

I used to get airmailed copies of The Guardian, a Marxist publication not to be confused with the UK liberal paper.  I saved a page from a 1976 copy.  I loved reading the movie reviews by Irwin Sylber.  Of course every movie was contaminated by capitalist ideology.  He was spot on.  I still think so.

I kept a review of One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest (which I loved despite of its capitalist propaganda,  Kesey is still some sort of counterculture hero.)

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