Thursday, 31 October 2013

On happiness

"I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbour—such is my idea of happiness. And then, on top of all that, you for a mate, and children perhaps—what can more the heart of man desire?"


by Leo Tolstoy

Wednesday, 30 October 2013

Underneath a distant moon


Goodbye world, adios
This is where I’m getting off
They say I'm lost 
But I'm happy here

All you boys and you girls
Who were not made for this world
I know a way to where you'll feel immune
Underneath a distant moon

Memories mingle with dreams
Like old newspapers in the wind
Sometimes they drift along for miles
Or cling to something for a while
Before they're gone
Over the roof tops and beyond

Let this night take me and you
And wrap us in its velvet blue
And from this world we'll be delivered soon
Underneath a distant moon

by Rialto

Tuesday, 29 October 2013

Three o'clock in the morning

"I know a woman who says it's only at three o'clock in the morning when anyone can measure things. She says if you love yourself at three o'clock in the morning, if there's someone in your bed that you love at least as much as you love yourself at three o'clock in the morning, if your heart is quiet in your chest and neither muses or shades crowd the room, it probably means that things are well. It's the hardest moment to lie to yourself, three o'clock in the morning, she told me."


By Marlena de Blasi in "A Thousand Days in Venice"
Three O'Clock © Jennifer Phillips

Monday, 28 October 2013

The stolen child

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, 
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats; 
There we've hid out faery vats, 
Full of berries
And the reddest stolen cherries. 
Come away, O human child! 
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand, 
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light, 
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night, 
Weaving olden dances, 
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight; 
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles, 
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep. 
Come away, O human child! 
To the waters of the wild
With a faery hand in hand, 
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car, 
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star, 
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams; 
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams. 
Come away, O human child! 
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand, 
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going, 
The solemn-eyed: 
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast, 
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal-chest. 
For he comes, the human child, 
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
From a world more full of weeping than he can understand.

by W.B. Yeats
Scottish Highlands © I Like to Waste My Time - Yuriy Sklyar & Jenya Sklyar

Saturday, 26 October 2013

I need my girl


I am good, I am grounded
Davy says that I look taller
I can't get my head around it
I keep feeling smaller and smaller
I need my girl
I need my girl

Remember when you lost your shit and
Drove the car into the garden
And you got out and said I'm sorry
To the vines and no one saw it
I need my girl
I need my girl

I'm under the gun again
I know I was the 45% of then
I know I was a lot of things
But I am good, I am grounded
Davy says that I look taller
I can't get my head around it
I keep feeling smaller and smaller
I need my girl
I need my girl

There's some things that I should never
Laugh about in front of family
In a week we'll be together
Try to call you when I'm landed
I need my girl
I need my girl

Remember when you said I'm sorry
To the vines and no one saw it
I'll try to call you from the party
It's full of punks and cannonballers
I need my girl
I need my girl

I'm under the gun again
I know I was the 45% of then
I know I was a lot of things
But I am good, I am grounded
Davy says that I look taller
I can't get my head around it
I keep feeling smaller and smaller
I need my girl
I keep feeling smaller and smaller
I need my girl
I keep feeling smaller and smaller

by The National

Thursday, 24 October 2013

In the embers

Follow link to recording.


We live and we die
like fireworks.
Our legacies hide
in the embers.
May our stories catch fire
and burn bright enough to catch God’s eye.
We live and we die.

Like fireworks we pull apart the dark,
compete against the stars with all of our hearts
’til our temporary brilliance turns to ash,
we pull apart the darkness while we can.

May we live and die
a valorous life.
May we write it all down
in cursive light.
So we pray we were made
in the image of a figure eight.
May we live and die

like fireworks we pull apart the dark,
compete against the stars with all of our hearts.
’til our temporary brilliance turns to ash,
we pull apart the darkness while we can.

Like fireworks we pull apart the dark,
compete against the stars with all of our hearts.
’til our temporary brilliance turns to ash,
we pull apart the darkness while we can.

by Ryan O'Neal (Sleeping at Last)
Fire - Copyright Free Images

Wednesday, 23 October 2013

Emotionally empty

Vacant voids of listless eyes stare at reflections that no longer try, after flying to such a height and sinking to such a low you only can sigh, rather than a hello you would rather say goodbye, and you lose the ability to pull it all together to even apply. Everything that was sharp is now flat and dull, you don’t even feel the chemicals that pass through your skull, and you have hit the soft ever-living null. You remember what it was like to feel such love, now the hand has outgrown the glove, and you just want your pulse to stop so you can ascend above. This is the apex of nothing and the low of everything that exists, the memories of the pain remain as scars on your wrists, and your feet still move one in front of the other because your life persists.

You can’t even remember the days that life used to fill you with joy, now all you seem to want to do is slowly destroy, and this is what it is like when you are life’s emotionless whipping boy. The silence of the empty room that is the only place you prefer to reside, long ago the passion that filled your soul has died, because now you are nothing inside. Life has become an unwrapped present, you are the brand new car with the giant dent, and when you can’t feel anything at all it is the biggest torment. Your phone sits silent on the table when it used to ring, you are no more than a jester to please a king, and that person in the mirror is just a lifeless thing.

You are just a husk of organs that slowly decay, the dancer in a wheelchair at the ballet, and with each blow life delivers you slowly lose your way. People that used to be friends don’t even want to see your face, you did not have enough stamina to finish the race, and now you just orbit any feeling in outer space. You have become nothing but numb, the colors in your life are nothing but grey that is glum, and this emptiness will never leave you because this is what you have become. You are emotionally empty just like the rest, you don’t even fight it anymore nor do you protest, and although your nerves may be working they are in a constant state of unrest.

By Zachary Philip Freeman
 Grey day © Jyothy Rose

Tuesday, 22 October 2013

The heap

A heap of sand. 
Granular trickles eddy down its slopes.
The wind meanders over the restless sea.
Foam falls in wet patches,  
sucked back into the flow.

The tide creeps up, 
runnels of salt water
encroach upon and undermine
the heap's foundations.

A larger wave rolls up - 
rapidly engulfs it.
The heap dissolves abruptly, 
revealing blue-white fingers
slightly curled, and beckoning.

Red nails.
A shock of blood to the head...
But no blood.
It's all washed away with the heap.


© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)
Sea foam © Robert Lawton (Wikimedia Commons)

Monday, 21 October 2013

Moondance


Well, it's a marvellous night for a moondance 
With the stars up above in your eyes 
A fantabulous night to make romance 
'Neath the cover of October skies 
And all the leaves on the trees are falling 
To the sound of the breezes that blow 
And I'm trying to please to the calling 
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low 
And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush 
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush... 

Chorus: 
Can I just have one a more moondance with you, my love 
Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love 

Well, I wanna make love to you tonight 
I can't wait 'til the morning has come 
And I know that the time is just right 
And straight into my arms you will run 
And when you come, my heart will be waiting 
To make sure that you're never alone 
There and then all my dreams will come true.
There and then I will make you my own 
And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside 
And I know how much I want you, that you can't hide 

[Chorus]

One more moondance with you in the moonlight 
On a magic night 
La, la, la, la in the moonlight 
On a magic night 
Can't I just have one more dance with you my love

by Van Morrison
Van Morrison

Sunday, 20 October 2013

Saturday, 19 October 2013

Passion play

Let's not taste the dangerous
blood-dark cocktail
of anger and love.

Let's plunge burgundy depths -
suck the sweetness
from every encounter.

I want to flow down the sides -
follow the curves,
dive with you -
shiraz sky breathless.

Let our senses lap at the shore
between sleep and wake,
and deep in the wash, we'll flow.

No jarred complaining
or truculent truculence.

We'll swim in confluence...
entwined in a floating dance -
embraced in warm ruby waters.

I want to be subsumed in heat -
warm blood of passion, of love,
in a desire that cannot be tamed.

We'll board the boat of dreams.
I'll cup your chin to taste salt kisses,
share gifts of flesh.

Leave the red orange fireworks
that burst from flare-ups.
Anger burns out:
ashes to ashes - just dust.

Bury myself then,
in your scarlet kiss -
we'll come up gasping,
yet replete.

I want the carmine river:
ardour's intensity -
which flows from our words...

Lit by our eyes,
ignited by our souls,
powered by our hearts...

This heat will incubate our beginning,
warm the centre of our years,
and fire our sunset.


© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)

Friday, 18 October 2013

Mothers and daughters

"'There never would have been anything the matter, if it hadn't been for that old Animal,' said my aunt, with strong emphasis. 'It's very much to be wished that some mothers would leave their daughters alone after marriage, and not be so violently affectionate. They seem to think the only return that can be made them for bringing an unfortunate young woman into the world - God bless my soul, as if she asked to be brought, or wanted to come! - is full liberty to worry her out of it again.'"


From "David Copperfield", by Charles Dickens

Thursday, 17 October 2013

Rain (Rapa Nui)

No, better the Queen not recognise
your face, it's sweeter
this way, my love, far from the effigies, the weight
of your hair in my hands. Do you remember
the Mangareva tree whose flowers fell
in your hair? These fingers are not like
the white petals: look at them - they are like roots,
they are like stone shoots over which the lizard
slides. Don't be afraid, we will wait for the rain to fall, naked,
the rain, the same as falls over Manu Tara.

But just as water inures its strokes on the stone,
it falls on us, washing us softly
towards obscurity down below the hole
of Ranu Raraku. And so
don't let the fishermen or the wine-pitcher see you.
Bury your twin-burning breast in my mouth,
and let your head of hair be a small night for me,
a darkness of wet perfume enveloping me.

At night I dream that you and I are two plants
that grew together, roots entwined,
and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth,
since we are made of earth and rain. Sometimes
I think that with death we will seep below,
in the depths at the feet of the effigy, looking over
the ocean which brought us here to build and make love.

My hands were not ferrous when they met you, the waters
of another sea went through them as through a net; now
water and stones sustain seeds and secrets.

Sleeping and naked, love me: on the shore
you are like the island: your love confused, your love
astonished, hidden in the cavity of dreams,
is like the movement of the sea around us.

And when I too begin falling asleep
in your love, naked,
leave my hand between your breasts so it can throb
along with your nipples wet with rain.

by Pablo Neruda
Rockpool - Mimosa Rocks NSW © Jennifer Phillips

Tuesday, 15 October 2013

Tim Minchin - 9 Life Lessons

When Tim Minchin gives you life advice, you listen.

Comedian, musician and general all-round awesome human being, Minchin gave a graduation speech at the University of WA recently (he was being awarded the Honorary Degree of Doctor of Letters for his contribution to the arts).

And it was kind of brilliant.

He offers nine life lessons he’s picked up in his '37.9 years', and in only a way a comedian could, they are in equal parts hilarious and wise.


Transcript:
“In darker days, I did a corporate gig at a conference for this big company who made and sold accounting software. In a bid, I presume, to inspire their salespeople to greater heights, they’d forked out 12 grand for an Inspirational Speaker who was this extreme sports guy who had had a couple of his limbs frozen off when he got stuck on a ledge on some mountain. It was weird. Software salespeople need to hear from someone who has had a long, successful and happy career in software sales, not from an overly-optimistic, ex-mountaineer. Some poor guy who arrived in the morning hoping to learn about better sales techniques ended up going home worried about the blood flow to his extremities. It’s not inspirational – it’s confusing.

And if the mountain was meant to be a symbol of life’s challenges, and the loss of limbs a metaphor for sacrifice, the software guy’s not going to get it, is he? 'Cos he didn’t do an Arts degree, did he? He should have. Arts degrees are awesome. And they help you find meaning where there is none. And let me assure you, there is none. Don’t go looking for it. Searching for meaning is like searching for a rhyme scheme in a cookbook: you won’t find it and you’ll bugger up your soufflé.

Point being, I’m not an inspirational speaker. I’ve never lost a limb on a mountainside, metaphorically or otherwise. And I’m certainly not here to give career advice, 'cos… well, I’ve never really had what most would call a proper job.

However, I have had large groups of people listening to what I say for quite a few years now, and it’s given me an inflated sense of self-importance. So I will now – at the ripe old age of 37.9 – bestow upon you nine life lessons. To echo, of course, the 9 lessons and carols of the traditional Christmas service. Which are also a bit obscure.

You might find some of this stuff inspiring, you will find some of it boring, and you will definitely forget all of it within a week. And be warned, there will be lots of hokey similes, and obscure aphorisms which start well but end up not making sense.

So listen up, or you’ll get lost, like a blind man clapping in a pharmacy trying to echo-locate the contact lens fluid. Looking for my old poetry teacher...

Here we go:

1. You Don’t Have To Have A Dream. 
Americans on talent shows always talk about their dreams. Fine, if you have something that you’ve always dreamed of, like, in your heart, go for it! After all, it’s something to do with your time… chasing a dream. And if it’s a big enough one, it’ll take you most of your life to achieve, so by the time you get to it and are staring into the abyss of the meaninglessness of your achievement, you’ll be almost dead, so it won’t matter.

I never really had one of these big dreams. And so I advocate passionate dedication to the pursuit of short-term goals. Be micro-ambitious. Put your head down and work with pride on whatever is in front of you… you never know where you might end up. Just be aware that the next worthy pursuit will probably appear in your periphery. Which is why you should be careful of long-term dreams. If you focus too far in front of you, you won’t see the shiny thing out the corner of your eye. Right? Good. Advice. Metaphor. Look at me go.

2. Don’t Seek Happiness
Happiness is like an orgasm: if you think about it too much, it goes away. Keep busy and aim to make someone else happy, and you might find you get some as a side effect. We didn’t evolve to be constantly content. Contented Homo erectus got eaten before passing on their genes.

3. Remember, It’s All Luck 
You are lucky to be here. You were incalculably lucky to be born, and incredibly lucky to be brought up by a nice family that helped you get educated and encouraged you to go to Uni. Or if you were born into a horrible family, that’s unlucky and you have my sympathy… but you were still lucky: lucky that you happened to be made of the sort of DNA that made the sort of brain which – when placed in a horrible childhood environment – would make decisions that meant you ended up, eventually, graduating Uni. Well done you, for dragging yourself up by your shoelaces, but you were lucky. You didn’t create the bit of you that dragged you up. They’re not even your shoelaces.

I suppose I worked hard to achieve whatever dubious achievements I’ve achieved … but I didn’t make the bit of me that works hard, any more than I made the bit of me that ate too many burgers instead of attending lectures while I was here at UWA.

Understanding that you can’t truly take credit for your successes, nor truly blame others for their failures will humble you and make you more compassionate.

Empathy is intuitive, but is also something you can work on, intellectually.

4. Exercise
I’m sorry, you pasty, pale, smoking philosophy grads, arching your eyebrows into a Cartesian curve as you watch the Human Movement mob winding their way through the miniature traffic cones of their existence: you are wrong and they are right. Well, you’re half right – you think, therefore you are… but also: you jog, therefore you sleep, therefore you’re not overwhelmed by existential angst. You can’t be Kant, and you don’t want to be.

Play a sport, do yoga, pump iron, run… whatever… but take care of your body. You’re going to need it. Most of you mob are going to live to nearly a hundred, and even the poorest of you will achieve a level of wealth that most humans throughout history could not have dreamed of. And this long, luxurious life ahead of you is going to make you depressed!

But don’t despair! There is an inverse correlation between depression and exercise. Do it. Run, my beautiful intellectuals, run.

5. Be Hard On Your Opinions 
A famous bon mot asserts that opinions are like arse-holes, in that everyone has one. There is great wisdom in this… but I would add that opinions differ significantly from arse-holes, in that yours should be constantly and thoroughly examined.

We must think critically, and not just about the ideas of others. Be hard on your beliefs. Take them out onto the verandah and beat them with a cricket bat.
Be intellectually rigorous. Identify your biases, your prejudices, your privilege.

Most of society’s arguments are kept alive by a failure to acknowledge nuance. We tend to generate false dichotomies, then try to argue one point using two entirely different sets of assumptions, like two tennis players trying to win a match by hitting beautifully executed shots from either end of separate tennis courts.

By the way, while I have Science and Arts grads in front of me: please don’t make the mistake of thinking the Arts and Sciences are at odds with one another. That is a recent, stupid, and damaging idea. You don’t have to be unscientific to make beautiful art, to write beautiful things.

If you need proof: Twain, Adams, Vonnegut, McEwen, Sagan, Shakespeare, Dickens. For a start.

You don’t need to be superstitious to be a poet. You don’t need to hate GM technology to care about the beauty of the planet. You don’t have to claim a soul to promote compassion.

Science is not a body of knowledge nor a system of belief; it is just a term which describes humankind’s incremental acquisition of understanding through observation. Science is awesome.

The Arts and Sciences need to work together to improve how knowledge is communicated. The idea that many Australians – including our new PM and my distant cousin Nick – believe that the science of anthropogenic global warming is controversial, is a powerful indicator of the extent of our failure to communicate. The fact that 30% of this room just bristled is further evidence still. The fact that that bristling is more to do with politics than science is even more despairing.

6. Be a teacher.
Please? Please be a teacher. Teachers are the most admirable and important people in the world. You don’t have to do it forever, but if you’re in doubt about what to do, be an amazing teacher. Just for your twenties. Be a primary school teacher. Especially if you’re a bloke – we need male primary school teachers. Even if you’re not a teacher, be a teacher. Share your ideas. Don’t take for granted your education. Rejoice in what you learn, and spray it.

7. Define Yourself By What You Love
I’ve found myself doing this thing a bit recently, where, if someone asks me what sort of music I like, I say “Well I don’t listen to the radio because pop lyrics annoy me”. Or if someone asks me what food I like, I say “I think truffle oil is overused and slightly obnoxious”. And I see it all the time online, people whose idea of being part of a subculture is to hate Coldplay or football or feminists or the Liberal Party. We have tendency to define ourselves in opposition to stuff; as a comedian, I make a living out of it. But try to also express your passion for things you love. Be demonstrative and generous in your praise of those you admire. Send thank-you cards and give standing ovations. Be pro-stuff, not just anti-stuff.

8. Respect People With Less Power Than You.
I have, in the past, made important decisions about people I work with – agents and producers – based largely on how they treat wait staff in restaurants. I don’t care if you’re the most powerful cat in the room, I will judge you on how you treat the least powerful. So there.

9. Don’t Rush.
You don’t need to already know what you’re going to do with the rest of your life. I’m not saying sit around smoking cones all day, but also, don’t panic. Most people I know who were sure of their career path at 20 are having midlife crises now.

I said at the beginning of this ramble that life is meaningless. It was not a flippant assertion. I think it’s absurd: the idea of seeking “meaning” in the set of circumstances that happens to exist after 13.8 billion years worth of unguided events. Leave it to humans to think the universe has a purpose for them. However, I am no nihilist. I am not even a cynic. I am, actually, rather romantic. And here’s my idea of romance:

You will soon be dead. Life will sometimes seem long and tough and, god, it’s tiring. And you will sometimes be happy and sometimes sad. And then you’ll be old. And then you’ll be dead.

There is only one sensible thing to do with this empty existence, and that is: fill it. Not fillet. Fill. It.

And in my opinion (until I change it), life is best filled by learning as much as you can about as much as you can, taking pride in whatever you’re doing, having compassion, sharing ideas, running(!), being enthusiastic. And then there’s love, and travel, and wine, and sex, and art, and kids, and giving, and mountain climbing … but you know all that stuff already.

It’s an incredibly exciting thing, this one, meaningless life of yours. Good luck.

Thank you for indulging me.”

Monday, 14 October 2013

'Tis late

I planned to be here after
After you'd  come here
To me
Now
I sit and wonder
Why we take long walks
On separate paths
Only to converge again
I plan to be here after
Your return
But
I am here before
Before you come to me
Bringing
Assurances
 I know I’m not the only one
To find this place
Just
The only one
Sitting here at half past long hours 
Too quiet to take notice
A laugh escapes my lips
I don’t know
What to make of this
A fragile bliss
Too strong
To melt 
Rings that bond
Rings that bind
Let us 
Infuse the memories
Confuse the fates
I take you as you are
'Tis late 
But
Better late
Than naught
To catch such bright array.

by Denise Baxter Yoder
© Newcastle Bride

Friday, 11 October 2013

The kiss

The kiss © Michael Leunig

Sway


I saw you in a dream, 
waiting there for me. 
You wore me on your heart, 
I wore you on my sleeve. 

We danced beneath the stars, 
down beside the creek. 
Tomorrow when I wake, 
I'll remember how it used to be.

[CHORUS]:

Sway, sway. 
Ain't no rhyme or reason 
going to tell us why the good goes away. 
Sway, sway. 
It's dizzyin' the feeling 
think' about how all good things change.

All the trees have grown, 
overgrown they sway, 
in a dream, a field, 
where we used to play. 
Hear the branches moan, 
moaning' in the breeze. 

Tomorrow when I wake, 
I'll remember how it used to be.

[CHORUS]

All of those times in the fields, 
all our white horses have gone 
and run away, we find. 
Don't wanna stop short just to see, 
we've taken for granted all of this passing time.

[CHORUS]

by Shelly Fraley
© Shelly Fraley

Souls asunder

You left just a shadow
photograph of your hand.
It disappears in the sun
and haunts all night.
You point, and I,
your moon,
follow.

You steer me through the dark
seas and seasons
and I drift through the days
of aching,
starving for your touch.


© "Neon Veil" (All rights reserved)
© "Neon Veil"

Thursday, 10 October 2013

Perspective

Sometimes I feel I am melting.
That I have no boundaries.
That in the vast symphony
of space and sky I am 
smaller than a dust mote
floating in the ether.

We humans ascribe so much
importance to ourselves.
But all this posturing is futile 
against the ravages of time
and the turn of the planets,
ad infinitum.


© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)
Space © Wuja - Okiem

Wednesday, 9 October 2013

Tuesday, 8 October 2013

Vision of oneness

There I was,
climbing up
from the Valley of the Shadow,
with all the "D"s biting at my heels:
     Discouragement
     Disillusionment
     Despair
     Depression
across the razor sharp rocks,
and struggling over many mountains.
I notice, over to the far left,
a field of golden flowers
basking in the warm sunlight.
Now,
suddenly,
I'm riding the roan mare,
the winged horse.
I grasp its mane as it flies.
We become the wind,
merging with potentialities.
I see everything below us.
"Is it mine?" I ask
"All this and more”…
"We are One," I hear
The picture blurs.
It is all ONE!
The wind,
the horse,
and me!

by LFIRE © 2013
 © Louis Vest - OneEighteen

Monday, 7 October 2013

Business time


Aww yeah, that's right, Baby.
Girl...
Tonight we're gonna make love...
You know how I know, Baby?
Because it's Wednesday...
And Wednesday night is the night that we make love...

Tuesday night's the night that we go and visit your mother.
But Wednesday night is the night that we make love.
'Cause everything is just right.
Conditions are perfect!
There's nothing good on TV.
Conditions are perfect.

You're leaning close and say something sexy, like: 
"I might go to bed. I've got work in the morning."
I know what you're trying to say, Baby...
You're trying to say: 
"Aww yeah, it's business time, it's business time."

"It's business.
It's business time..."
That's what you're trying to say - 
You're trying to say "Get down to business, its business time.
It's business time", Ooh

Next thing you know we're in the bathroom
brushing our teeth.
That's all part of it, that's foreplay.
Then you go sort out the recycling.
That's not part of it, but it's still very important.

Then, we're in the bedroom...
You're wearing that ugly old baggy T-shirt 
from that team building exercise you did for your old work. 
And it's never looked better on you. 
Oooh - team building exercise '99. 
Ooh, you don't know what you're doing to me.

I remove my jeans but trip over them, 
because I've still got my shoes on, 
but then I turn it into a sexy dance. 
Next thing you know, I'm down to just my socks, 
and you know when I'm down to just my socks what time it is. 

It's time for business.
 It's business time. 
It's business.
It's business time.

You know when I'm down to just my socks it's time for business.
That's why they're called business socks.

It's business
It's business time.
Ooh.

Oooh, Making love,
making love for
Making love for two..
Making love for two minutes.
When it's with me you only need two minutes..
'Cause I'm so intense.
Two minutes in Heaven is better than one minute in Heaven.

You say something like: "Is that it?!"
I know what you're trying to say, you're trying to say
"Oh yeah, that's it!"
Then you tell me you want some more. 
Well, I'm not surprised...
But I'm quite sleepy.

It's business..
It's business time.
Business hours are over, Baby
It's business Aww!
It's business time.

by the Flight Of The Conchords

Sunday, 6 October 2013

On love

When love beckons to you, follow him,
though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you, yield to him,
though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you, believe in him,
though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden. 

For even as love crowns you, so shall he crucify you. 
Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
so shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. 

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant, 
and then he assigns you to his sacred fire, 
that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. 

by Kahlil Gibran
Tree - Copyright Free Images

Friday, 4 October 2013

Yellow moon


Yellow moon, yellow moon,
why you keep peeping in my window?
Do you know something
Do you know something that I don’t know?
Have you seen my baby
walking down that railroad track?

Can you tell me
if the girl is ever coming back.
Is she hid out with another
or is she trying to get back home?
Is she wrapped up in some other arms?
Or is the girl somewhere all alone?

Can you see if she is missing me,
or is she having a real good time?
Has she forgotten all about me,
or is the girl still mine all mine?

With your eye so big and shiny
You can see the whole damn land
Yellow moon, can you tell me
If the girl’s with another man?

Oh yellow moon, yellow moon, yellow moon,
have you seen that Creole woman
You couldn’t tell me
Now ain’t you a friend of mine.

With your eye so big and shiny
You can see the whole damn land
Yellow moon, can you tell me
If the girl’s with another man?

Oh yellow moon, yellow moon, yellow moon,
have you seen that Creole woman
You couldn’t tell me
Now ain’t you a friend of mine.

Yellow moon

by The Neville Brothers

Thursday, 3 October 2013

Next morning

Morning light falls softly
across her cheek, 
a wisp of hair
follows the curve of her mouth, 
soft now in sleep.

None of the vitriol of last night
when bottles smashed
and hearts were pierced.

The yellow glow
suffuses her olive skin
- she rolls in her dream.

Quite suddenly she blinks awake
- a crow caws harshly
in the garden.

A shadow passes across her face
as she remembers the slamming 
of the house door
and the car door
and the roar as he left.


© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)
Sunrise over skin-terrain © Jennifer Phillips

Torn banner

fading out
blending in
a shadow
in the wind

torn banner
i am
the nothing
and the no-one

stumble in the clutch
of fear's embrace - 
cannot 
let go


© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)
© Reza Masoudi Nejad

PMT or TNT

Maybe I have PMT.

Went for a run.
It started to hurt.

I ran and ran
to obliterate
the hurt in my heart.

I needed to bleed...
Tears-blood-sweat.
Sweat-blood-tears.

I needed to run 
Away. Home.

Home of my heart
is not here.

Maybe I need TNT.


© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)
Sweat-beads-tears © Jennifer Phillips

Wednesday, 2 October 2013

Hit me with your rhythm stick



In the deserts of Sudan
And the gardens of Japan
From Milan to Yucatan
Every woman, every man

Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Hit me! Hit me!
Je t'adore, ich liebe dich,
Hit me! hit me! hit me!
Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Hit me slowly, hit me quick.
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

In the wilds of Borneo
And the vineyards of Bordeaux
Eskimo, Arapaho
Move their body to and fro.

Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Hit me! Hit me!
Das ist gut! C'est fantastique!
Hit me! hit me! hit me!
Hit me with your rhythm stick.
It's nice to be a lunatic.
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

In the dock of Tiger Bay
On the road to Mandalay
From Bombay to Santa Fe
Over hills and far away

Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Hit me! Hit me!
C'est si bon, mm? Ist es nicht?
Hit me! hit me! hit me!
Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Two fat persons, click, click, click.
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me! Ow!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me! hit me!
Hit me (x5)
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

By Ian Dury and Charles Jankel

Tuesday, 1 October 2013

Habits of happy people

Martin Seligman, the father of positive psychology, theorises that while 60 percent of happiness is determined by our genetics and environment, the remaining 40 percent is up to us.

In his 2004 Ted Talk, Seligman describes three different kinds of happy lives: The pleasant life, in which you fill your life with as many pleasures as you can, the life of engagement, where you find a life in your work, parenting, love and leisure and the meaningful life, which "consists of knowing what your highest strengths are, and using them to belong to and in the service of something larger than you are."

After exploring what accounts for ultimate satisfaction, Seligman says he was surprised. The pursuit of pleasure, research determined, has hardly any contribution to a lasting fulfillment. Instead, pleasure is "the whipped cream and the cherry" that adds a certain sweetness to satisfactory lives founded by the simultaneous pursuit of meaning and engagement.

And while it might sound like a big feat to to tackle great concepts like meaning and engagement (pleasure sounded much more doable), happy people have habits you can introduce into your everyday life that may add to the bigger picture of bliss. Joyful folk have certain inclinations that add to their pursuit of meaning -- and motivate them along the way.


They surround themselves with other happy people.
Joy is contagious. Researchers of the Framingham Heart Study who investigated the spread of happiness over 20 years found that those who are surrounded by happy people “are more likely to become happy in the future.” This is reason enough to dump the Debbie Downers and spend more time with uplifting people.


They smile when they mean it.
Even if you’re not feeling so chipper, cultivating a happy thought -- and then smiling about it -- could up your happiness levels and make you more productive, according to a study published in the Academy of Management Journal. It’s important to be genuine with your grin: The study revealed that faking a smile while experiencing negative emotions could actually worsen your mood.


They cultivate resilience.
According to psychologist Peter Kramer, resilience, not happiness, is the opposite of depression: Happy people know how to bounce back from failure. Resilience is like a padding for the inevitable hardship human beings are bound to face. As the Japanese proverb goes, “Fall seven times and stand up eight.”


They try to be happy. 
Yep -- it’s as simple as it sounds: just trying to be happy can boost your emotional well-being, according to two studies recently published in The Journal of Positive Psychology. Those who actively tried to feel happier in the studies reported the highest level of positive moods, making a case for thinking yourself happy.


They are mindful of the good.
It’s important to celebrate great, hard-earned accomplishments, but happy people give attention to their smaller victories, too. “When we take time to notice the things that go right -- it means we’re getting a lot of little rewards throughout the day,” Susan Weinschenk, Ph.D. told The Huffington Post in May. “That can help with our moods.” And, as Frank Ghinassi, Ph.D. explains, being mindful of the things that do go your way (even something as simple as the barista getting your coffee order right) can make you feel a greater sense of accomplishment throughout the day.


They appreciate simple pleasures.
A meticulously swirled ice cream cone. An boundlessly waggy dog. Happy people take the time to appreciate these easy-to-come-by pleasures. Finding meaning in the little things, and practicing gratitude for all that you do have is associated with a sense of overall gladness.


They devote some of their time to giving.
Even though there are only 24 hours in a day, positive people fill some of that time doing good for others, which in return, does some good for the do-gooders themselves. A long-term research project called Americans’ Changing Lives found a bevy of benefits associated with altruism: “Volunteer work was good for both mental and physical health. People of all ages who volunteered were happier and experienced better physical health and less depression,” reported Peggy Thoits, the leader of one of the studies.

Givers also experience what researchers call “the helper’s high,” a euphoric state experienced by those engaged in charitable acts. “This is probably a literal “high,” similar to a drug-induced high,” writes Christine L. Carter, Ph.D. “The act of making a financial donation triggers the reward center in our brains that is responsible for dopamine-mediated euphoria.”


They let themselves lose track of time. (And sometimes they can’t help it.)
When you’re immersed in an activity that is simultaneously challenging, invigorating and meaningful, you experience a joyful state called “flow.” Happy people seek this sensation of getting “caught up” or “carried away,” which diminishes self-consciousness and promotes the feelings associated with success. As explained by Pursuit-of-happiness.org, “In order for a Flow state to occur, you must see the activity as voluntary, enjoyable (intrinsically motivating), and it must require skill and be challenging (but not too challenging) with clear goals towards success.”


They nix the small talk for deeper conversation. 
Nothing wrong with shootin' the you-know-what every now and then, but sitting down to talk about what makes you tick is a prime practice for feeling good about life. A study published in Psychological Science found that those who take part in more substantive conversation and less trivial chit chat experienced more feelings of satisfaction.

"I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings," is one of the top five regrets of the dying -- a sentiment that hints at the fact that people wish they'd spent less time talking about the weather and more time delving into what it is that makes their heart swell.


They spend money on other people. 
Maybe money does buy happiness. A study published in Science found that spending money on other people has a more direct impact on happiness than spending money on oneself.


They make a point to listen. 
"When you listen you open up your ability to take in more knowledge versus blocking the world with your words or your distracting thoughts," writes David Mezzapelle, author of Contagious Optimism. "You are also demonstrating confidence and respect for others. Knowledge and confidence is proof that you are secure and positive with yourself thus radiating positive energy." Good listening is a skill that strengthens relationships and leads to more satisfying experiences. A good listener may walk away from a conversation feeling as if their presence served a purpose, an experience that is closely connected with increased well-being.


They uphold in-person connections.
It’s quick and convenient to text, FaceTime and tweet at your buddies. But spending the money on a flight to see your favorite person across the country has weight when it comes to your well-being. "There's a deep need to have a sense of belonging that comes with having personal interactions with friends," says John Cacioppo, Ph.D., the director of the Center of Cognitive and Social Neuroscience at the University of Chicago. Social media, while it keeps us in touch, doesn't allow us to physically touch, which harvests the warm-and-fuzzies and even decreases feelings of anxiety.


They look on the bright side.
Optimism touts plenty of health benefits, including less stress, a better tolerance for pain and, as HuffPost Healthy Living recently reported, longevity among those with heart disease. When you choose to see the silver lining, you're also choosing health and happiness.

Seligman summed up perhaps the greatest characteristic of the optimist in one of his most acclaimed books, Learned Optimism: "The defining characteristic of pessimists is that they tend to believe bad events will last a long time, will undermine everything they do, and are their own fault. The optimists, who are confronted with the same hard knocks of this world, think about misfortune in the opposite way. They tend to believe defeat is just a temporary setback, that its causes are confined to this one case. The optimists believe defeat is not their fault: Circumstances, bad luck, or other people brought it about. Such people are unfazed by defeat. Confronted by a bad situation, they perceive it as a challenge and try harder."


They value a good mixtape.
Music is powerful. So powerful, in fact, that it could match up to the anxiety-reducing effects of massage therapy. Over a three month period, researchers from the Group Health Research Institute found that patients who simply listened to music had the same decreased anxiety symptoms as those who got 10 hour-long massages. Choosing the right tunes could be an important factor, however, as a happy or sad song can also affect the way we perceive the world. In one experiment where researchers asked subjects to identify happy or sad faces while listening to music, the participants were more likely to see the faces that matched the "mood" of the music. Click here for a few of our favorite mood-boosting jams.


They unplug. 
Whether by meditating, taking a few deep breaths away from the screen or deliberately disconnecting from electronics, unplugging from our hyper-connected world has proven advantages when it comes to happiness. Talking on your cell could increase your blood pressure and raise your stress levels, while uninterrupted screen time has been linked to depression and fatigue. Technology isn't going away, but partaking in some kind of a digital detox gives your brain the opportunity to recharge and recover, which -- bonus -- could increase your resilience.


They get spiritual.
Studies point to a link between religious and spiritual practice and mirth. For one, happiness habits like expressing gratitude, compassion and charity are generally promoted in most spiritual conventions. And, asking the big questions helps to give our lives context and meaning. A 2009 study found that children who felt their lives had a purpose (which was promoted by a spiritual connection) were happier.

Spirituality offers what the 20th-century sociologist Emile Durkheim referred to as "sacred time," which is a built-in, unplugging ritual that elicits moments of reflection and calm. As Ellen L. Idler, Ph.D., writes in "The Psychological and Physical Benefits of Spiritual/Religious Practices,":
The experience of sacred time provides a time apart from the “profane time” that we live most of our lives in. A daily period of meditation, a weekly practice of lighting Sabbath candles, or attending worship services, or an annual retreat in an isolated, quiet place of solitude all of these are examples of setting time apart from the rush of our everyday lives. Periods of rest and respite from work and the demands of daily life serve to reduce stress, a fundamental cause of chronic diseases that is still the primary causes of death in Western society. Transcendent spiritual and religious experiences have a positive, healing, restorative effect, especially if they are “built in,” so to speak, to one’s daily, weekly, seasonal, and annual cycles of living.


They make exercise a priority.
A wise, albeit fictional Harvard Law School student once said, "Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy." Exercise has been shown to ease symptoms of depression, anxiety and stress, thanks to the the various brain chemicals that are released that amplify feelings of happiness and relaxation. Plus, working out makes us appreciate our bodies more. One study published in the Journal of Health Psychology found that exercise improved how people felt about their bodies -- even if they didn’t lose weight or achieve noticeable improvements.


They go outside.
Want to feel alive? Just a 20-minute dose of fresh air promotes a sense of vitality, according to several studies published in the Journal of Environmental Psychology. "Nature is fuel for the soul, " says Richard Ryan, Ph.D, the lead author of the studies. "Often when we feel depleted we reach for a cup of coffee, but research suggests a better way to get energized is to connect with nature." And while most of us like our coffee hot, we may prefer our serving of the great outdoors at a more lukewarm temperature: A study on weather and individual happiness unveiled 57 degrees to be the optimal temperature for optimal happiness.


They spend some time on the pillow.
Waking up on the wrong side of the bed isn't just a myth. When you're running low on zzs, you're prone to experience lack of clarity, bad moods and poor judgment. "A good night's sleep can really help a moody person decrease their anxiety," Dr. Raymonde Jean, director of sleep medicine and associate director of critical care at St. Luke’s-Roosevelt Hospital Center told Health.com. "You get more emotional stability with good sleep."


They LOL.
You've heard it before: Laughter is the best medicine. In the case of The Blues, this may hold some truth. A good, old-fashioned chuckle releases happy brain chemicals that, other than providing the exuberant buzz we seek, make humans better equipped to tolerate both pain and stress.

And you might be able to get away with counting a joke-swapping session as a workout (maybe). "The body's response to repetitive laughter is similar to the effect of repetitive exercise," explained Dr. Lee Berk, the lead researcher of a 2010 study focused on laughter's effects on the body. The same study found that some of the benefits associated with working out, like a healthy immune system, controlled appetite and improved cholesterol can also be achieved through laughter.


They walk the walk.
Ever notice your joyful friends have a certain spring in the step? It's all about the stride, according to research conducted by Sara Snodgrass, a psychologist from Florida Atlantic University.

In the experiment, Snodgrass asked participants to take a three-minute walk. Half of the walkers were told to take long strides while swinging their arms and holding their heads high. These walkers reported feeling happier after the stroll than the other group, who took short, shuffled steps as they watched their feet.


Source: 
"The Habits Of Supremely Happy People" by Kate Bratskeir for the Huffington Post - 16 September, 2013.