Some things that get me through


[Older poem. Photo of trees from near here in the southern highlands: life and death, together.]

Some Things That Get Me Through

the man with The End Is Nigh sign near the ice cream van at Speakers’ Corner London

the water mark on the ceiling in fourth class

Whitman’s ‘Song Of Myself’ in Leaves Of Grass

a hot shower followed by a cold shower

the Indian women dancers film in the church hall on my first night out at age four

my mother’s wounds

the two hundred year old messmate trees on our property

the game of shuttlecock with my father at Collaroy beach when I was eleven

Schumann’s piano piece Kinderspielen

Jimmy Hendrix’ rendition of Star Spangled Banner at Woodstock

Barbara’s sourdough bread

the old gnome with the hairy toes and self-made maps mumble-lecturing his theory of evolution at the base of the Moreton Bay fig in the Sydney Domain c. 1964

T.S. Eliot’s Four Quartets

planting a tree, especially a heritage fruit variety

our dog Billy

seeing Arthur Stace’s Eternity chalked on the footpath at the corner of Haberfield Road and Parramatta Road c. 1963

a dream of body surfing a star wave in space

tending bees

my father’s giving a stunned magpie water and releasing it out the window when I was five or six

the smell of the skin of the women and child I have loved

the life and works of mystic anarchist Gustav Landauer, murdered in Munich in 1919

discovering a previously unknown plant, bird or insect on our property

the grumpy self-encapsulated old guy my age at the pre-war anti-war rally in Belmore Park with the sign saying Capitalism means war – get used to it! who had obviously been attending such rallies to no avail since around 1914

Meister Eckhardt, Hölderlin, Marx, Adorno, Bloch and Rilke in German

the first organic raspberry I tasted in a holiday garden near Hobart when I was ten

the goodness of most people I meet

Louis McNeice’s Autumn Journal

the ocean

Cartier Bresson’s photo of a man leaping a puddle at Gare St Lazare in 1932

my son’s eyes after his birth

small children, small birds


~ by Peter Lach-Newinsky on July 12, 2016.

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