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Like Minds

the end

The End

Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end,
Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem like
When he’s held by the sea’s roar, motionless, there at the end,
Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that he’ll never go back.

When the time has passed to prune the rose or caress the cat,
When the sunset torching the lawn and the full moon icing it down
No longer appear, not every man knows what he’ll discover instead.
When the weight of the past leans against nothing, and the sky

Is no more than remembered light, and the stories of cirrus
And cumulus come to a close, and all the birds are suspended in flight,
Not every man knows what is waiting for him, or what he shall sing
When the ship he is on slips into darkness, there at the end.

“The End,” from The Continuous Life: Poems by Mark Strand, © 1990 by Mark Strand. Used by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Random House, Inc.


On the move

This week, Dunes.

Dunes never stay the same. They are constantly being pulled down and put up. It’s like they March across the landscape.

Of course, the landscape itself is on the move. Nothing stays still. The tectonic plates shift, the planet spins, the galaxy expands.

Like so many things, the ‘fact’ that the earth is solid is just another convenient fiction by which we choose to live our lives.

Most of us choose to say that right now, as I write this, it is 8:46 pm, on Monday, December 12, 2011. At least, those of us who live around here choose to say that. In Sydney, Tokyo and LA they choose to say that it is some other time. We can easily forget all of this; that this is our convenient agreement. We can get ourselves into a lather stating that it really is 8:46, how silly we can be.

I like dunes because, if you pay close attention, over weeks, days sometimes you see the movement, the truth of the world.


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Priced out of the market

You hear it a lot in Australia. First home buyers are being priced out of the market to buy a home.

Surely one of the problems in Australia is that there are so few housing options to choose from. The three-bedroom standard on a housing block, a McMansion with a clutch of bathrooms and a basement pool room and flat/unit/apartment, and that's your lot.

What we need is some lateral thinking.

Here are three sites that help me do that:

The Rural Studio

The Tiny Ass-Apartment

Tiny House Blog