I read a completely awesome book today for uni. Home, it was called, by Larissa Behrendt. It was beautiful really, about the impact of White Australians on Aboriginal Australia. It was told from many viewpoints and quite a few different times, but the one that stuck with me most was the story of Garibooli (whirlwind, in English) in 1918, who is ( Read more... )

I'm fartarsing around doing this essay, and I come across this quote in one of Joseph Conrad's biographies:

"Faith is a myth and beliefs shift like mists on the shore; thoughts vanish; words, once pronounced, die; and the memory of yesterday is as shadowy as the hope of to-morrow.... In this world - as I have known it - we are made to suffer without ( Read more... )

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair,
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

- Pablo Neruda

Lovely, really. I'd give my right arm to be able to write like that. Which would be kind of ironic, because then I wouldn't be able to write at all. : ( Read more... )

Hell is oneself
Hell is alone
- T.S Elliot

and this one I saw and thought of Mina. It applies to me too, mate:

"When I am attacked by gloomy thoughts, nothing helps me so much as running to my books. They quickly absorb me and banish the clouds from my mind."
- Michel de Montaigne

Yes I am a complete and utter book geek. Love it.

I have quite a bit to ( Read more... )