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I chase small miracles

10 Feb

As Easter approaches, well at least in our supermarket chocolate aisles, it’s nice to reflect on the delightful little chocolate crumbs of meaning that our subversive sign writing friends leave for us.

As the movement of rampaging atheists is also growing, at least on my news feed on facebook, I thought it fitting to reflect on what is perceived as the miraculous.

As a writer and song-writer, the fact that ideas spark and tumble into my stream of consciousness is something I find amazing and inexplicable. As is the fact that human beings can fill me with frustration and loathing one moment and then overwhelming joy and love the next. Some would no doubt rationalise these to chemical activity in the brain &c, but I will place my self in the devil’s camp and agree with Blake who said there is no separation between Body and Soul, but rather that the senses are merely the chief inlets of Soul in this age.

To close ourselves off to mystery is to lose connection with what makes life brilliant and bearable. Those mysteries do not need to be earth-shattering or sky-splitting. They can, and usually are, as this beautiful stencil states, small miracles.

It may pay to drop the judge at the boozer the next time you go for a walk, and see the world through the eye’s of the little child that still lives inside. This is how we learn to hear the voice of the divine, and see and appreciate those small miracles.

I chase small miracles

AFTERWORD by the Author and Printer Will.m Blake. 1793

“The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged & numerous senses could percieve.
And particularly they studied the genius of each city & country, placing it under its mental deity;
Till a system was formed, which some took advantage of & enslav’d the vulgar by attempting to realize or abstract the mental deities from their objects: thus began Priesthood;
Choosing forms of worship from poetic tales.
And at length they pronounc’d that the Gods had order’d such things.
Thus men forgot that All deities reside in the human breast.”

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Eat Your Money

12 Dec

I snapped this rather amusing piece of graffiti on the side of a wheelie bin on Herbert Street Northcote. Sound advice to those living on credit, as I’ve heard tell that plastic is a great form of roughage.

Eat Your Money

SPFECH PATHOLOGY

9 Dec

We have all encountered this problem. You have hung your favourite Twilight Poster on the wall only to come back home on a hot day and it’s performing some Ouroboros maneuver on the floor, and whats-his-name the vampire dude’s face is now all crinkly. Heat and gravity have struck at your tender childhood heart, to spite your flowering girlish dreams.

Spare a thought for this poor Speech Pathologist. Obviously she didn’t account for extreme sun ray action in her shopfront when writing her business plan or else this delightfully unfortunate blu-tack droop to the letter E would not have happened. But something inside me is glad it did.

Spfech Pathology

Don’t be afraid of the sadness that will set you free

24 Nov

After all that crazy insult shit, I thought it was about time for some sweet sadness.

This beautiful aphorism has been on a fence close to Croxton Station for a good year or more – testament to the power of its sentiment.

The day I stopped to snap this photo was one pregnant with the promise of impending thunder storms. The thunder heads were billowing behind me, and just as I stopped, a few rays of late afternoon sun stole through giving me a good half minute’s window to take my photo. Cosmic ha?

This is a very sweet take on sadness, so I’m not going to fill your mind with my own long winded interpretations, suffice to say that it has lead me down some interesting paths of thought.

It puts me in mind of a Sufi story though, more about aphoristic thought and the search for answers than sadness, though sadness, as our fence-post poet understands, has its own path to bliss.

Mullah Nasruddin is tearing up and down the high street of his village on his donkey. After a while the whole town gathers scratching their heads and wondering what is going on, till one person steps forward and asks, “What are you doing?” Nasruddin replies, “I’m looking for my Donkey!”

Don't be afraid of the sadness that will set you free

Random Insults 17 – Run from this mouldy health hazard house

23 Nov

I was feeling a bit over these random insult posts until I came across this very funny defacement of a Run Property sign.

My family had to deal with these schmoes for a while and we found them about as effective at agency as a celibate at a swinger’s convention. Their only contact with us, or our landlord, seemed to be when they were agitating for a rent increase. Perish the thought that they should do anything like organise repairs or some such triviality. Run pride themselves on this corporate chic image, so it’s always nice to see some Texta wielding bandit do a hatchet job on their branding (cf. this one). This one is smirk-raisingly witty and made my morning after I left Missy at childcare with a heavy heart.

Defaced Run property sign – close up

Defaced Run Property Sign

Random Insults Day 13 – Ihr Seht Alle Gleich Aus!

9 Nov

For this post we go International.

This nice piece of German Anarchist social commentary was snapped by my brother on a recent jaunt to the Fatherland. It translates as “You all look the same!” which is reassuring to some, but obviously distressing enough to put marker to marble for the author.

This seems a fitting post for me today as I am thoroughly enjoying Gavin Baddeley’s immaculately researched dissertation on Satanism, Lucifer Rising and this statement would not be out of place issuing forth from the mouth of Anton La Vey, Aleister Crowley or any of the other free-wheeling, free-thinking, black wearing, colourful characters that Baddeley discusses.

Oh and the A sign is a nice touch.

Ihr seht alle gleich aus

Random Insults Day 12 – Howard & Rudd 2 Cheeks of the 1 Arse

8 Nov

While a little dated, this profoundly insightful comment on present day two party politics in Australia is a worthy addition to anyone’s collection of insulting graffiti. I pass this gem regularly and it is looking a lot sadder now than when I snapped it back in December 2010. And even more so than when it was first scrawled back in the day (circa 2008) when Kevin Rudd was loosing face after ending the turgid reign of our little mate John Howard. Still one need only exchange the names of today’s leaders from both sides of politics to get the same amusing effect.

Howard & Rudd 2 cheeks of the 1 arse