I can’t stand the pain Spondylosis Pinching back vertebrae I can’t stand the pain Knee arthritis ‘Cause I’m not who I used to be Hey bloody knees Tell me, do you remember How sweet it used to be When I could walk for miles Everything was groovy Now my joints are grating And that’s one sound That I just can’t stand I can’t stand the pain Of spondylosis Aching thighs, aching knees I can’t stand the pain Of gravity on me ‘Cause I’m not who I used to be When I was a young man Everything was so grand Now that I’ve grown old There’s just one thing That I just can’t stand Can’t stand the pain I can’t stand the pain Of my leg muscles Taunting me with memories Of when I could walk free I can’t stand the pain And I can’t walk far Unless my walking stick’s with with me When we are together I can make it round the shops Like Woolworths. Oh sweet memories But it’s just so wrong That I just can’t stand I can’t walk alone Without a trolley to lean on I can’t stand the pain The spondylitic pain That just keeps on haunting me Hey hey pain Get off of my back, please ‘Cause I can’t stand the pain I’ll jump out a window ‘Cause I can’t stand the pain.
I see a lot of quibbling on the internet and in letters to the editor about the current bushfire crisis. “It’s not really climate change that is the cause; the fires were started by youthful arsonists; by lightning”. Yeah, whatever.
How the fire starts is irrelevant, whether it was from a badly placed barbecue or a deliberately thrown Molotov cocktail matters not one whit. There have always been bushfires. Sometimes really bad ones. Some deliberate, some accidental, some natural. The point is that the conditions are now more and more such that once a fire starts, it’s increasingly, damnably hard to put out and spreads through the dry vegetation at an alarming pace that much of the wildlife and few humans on foot can outrun. The fires spread further and faster, and it is climate change that caused these conditions. Arguing against this scientifically established fact is not expressing an intelligent opinion, any more than maintaining that the sun, moon and stars all revolve around an earth placed squarely in the centre of the universe.
When science has established facts beyond doubt and has all the data necessary to prove it, there is room only for discussing the finer details of how globing warming may affect different geographies and circumstances. No way to say it is not really happening.
So I feel free to mock the deniers just as I would flat-earthers, creationists and iridologists. Because they are provably wrong. I don’t usually resort to the ad hominem because it is an admission of failure. However, I admit freely that I fail to understand how people don’t understand how science works.
Prove me wrong if you can. I’m willing to change my mind if the evidence is there. Lay it out.
Your mask may hide your face. But your disguise Is pointless if you cannot hide your eyes. For all the depths of sadness in your soul; Your joys; your loves; the things that make you whole; Will show out from those orbs that I can see Despite your mask, if you can look at me.
I found this among my own poems, which are mostly crap. At first I doubted it was mine. But it has no citation, which I usually note down if I am referencing poetry by real poets. I don’t remember writing it, but that applies to most of the rubbish I have scribbled. Mostly very forgettable indeed. I would like to think this is one of my own, but I doubt myself..
A change of routine today. Since I am up early I decided that now the weather is seriously hotting up, I’d go to the pool first thing in the morning from now on. I set off at 7:30 for an 8 o’clock start. It turns out to be the best time of day to go. The early lane swimmers have just left to start work. The youngsters haven’t arrived yet. I’m pretty much assured of a lane to myself. Best of all the water is cooler by a couple of degrees and very much clearer than it is towards the end of the day.
I had completed 90 minutes of my own peculiar stealth style of breast stroke and was out and showered well before the first droves of youth arrived.
I think the cooler water is better by far, this morning was really refreshing, but I heard people complaining that it “could be a bit warmer”. I’ve noticed this all over Australia. Despite their carefully promoted reputation as hardy rugged individuals, most Aussies are a bunch of wusses. They won’t swim if the water temperature drops below 24, some have an even higher minimum, and they can’t survive a warm day without air-con. Not that I haven’t been glad of air con, on occasion. I suspect I may be wishing for it myself, soon. It is really getting hot, and it’s only November.
There were police and a rapid response vehicle all over the place this morning. I don’t know what that was about, though no doubt it will come out. It wasn’t fire, at least.
Smoke is everywhere again. The winds must have shifted. The fires have shaken a lot of people’s complacency at last. They are suddenly the topic of conversation everywhere I go. An older couple were expounding on the value of steel or aluminium shutters today. Houses can be saved from destruction by using them. Most homes burn down because radiant heat from bushfires shatters the windows, allowing flying sparks to enter and ignite the furnishings. This should be a well known fact here in Australia, but apparently it is not. I have a shutter on the window facing the bush behind the caravan, but I doubt it will help much. The roof is plastic.
There is a new turkey staking out territory in the bush along the path I ride. That makes three that I pass each day, now. I must take them some food and try to make friends. Two new bird calls for me to try to identify, and I caught a brief glimpse of a kookaburra this morning. There are plenty around. I hear them, but don’t often see them. Ibis are poking around everywhere, earning their pejorative epithet “bin chicken”. I must be the only person around that likes them. Any bird that learns to exploit us as we exploit them is ok by me.