philosophy

Philosophical Meanderings of My Mind

This post Christmas/New Year season has become a sit around and do not much time. Today is Sunday, and I’m usually in Gawler in the late morning on Sundays, doing a poetry workshop with another person, or other people, but that isn’t happening today, so the first session for 2018 is more likely to happen next Sunday instead. I hadn’t planned that, but in not planning it, I was probably subconsciously planning it not to happen. I don’t/can’t know for sure, and it doesn’t matter, really, I don’t think.  I’ve had some outside time, and am now inside again, at home, and happy with that, even though it’s just a small thingmissy slightly bemused.
Staying home today, the only poetry written, if any, will be done here, with the cricket on TV and radio as the background for the day … And trips outside of course, as requested by Missy. Missy is currently lying on her sofa, looking extremely comfortable, eyes closed, ears erect, but not active … I just slapped the sofa next to me, and her eyes opened, eats turned to me, then away, and she rolled over and now has her back to me and my silliness. She’s not huffy at me, just not that interested in what I’m doing. That’s fine, we have our own lives, to some extent, the humans and the dog, and we’re enjoying our lives, together or separate.
Out of the window on my left I can see clouds, grass, plants and birds, all doing their own natural thing, obeying the rules of Nature, which make more sense to me than some of the rules of the cricket … With Nature, there is no appeal to a higher authority, because if Nature says it is so, then it is. If something other that humans were expecting, it means Nature wasn’t using the rule we thought was being used. Science may find the answer, people may think they have the answer. Much may be written, thought on, argued over, but Nature will just continue on, and we must manage as best we can, with whatever Nature and mankind do next …
There were sparrows outside, on the front lawn, about ten minutes ago, when I started writing this post. I can’t see any now, but I’m sure there are certainly lots of sparrows out there, back yard, front yard, in the trees and bushes and just everywhere. Sparrows are very successful occupants of our world. They have their needs, and seem to be able to fulful those needs well. The sparrows I saw earlier seemed to be adolescents, not quite up to adult size, and I’ve been noticing such not quite adult sparrows, and thinking about what they get up to, boy and girl sparrows, getting on with their lives, boy groups, girl groups, boys sparrows seemingly crashing into the girls groups, while girl sparrows flitter away, only to be followed and annoyed by the boy sparrow.
I’m quite likely putting my own interpretation on these actions of the sparrows, and could well be getting it entirely wrong. I’ve written a haiku about these matters previously, and it’s in my poetry collection “Tense and Still”, where I wrote about various creatures I see in my life, whether our dogs, cats I’ve seen, known, imagined, or those wild creatures I come across in my life or my travels or in my imaginings.
Thinking about these things whether I uncover the truth or not, helps me to gather ideas, things to think about can lead to things to write about, and writing about things is the thing I do. I am a writer, a poet, a blogger. Words are my tools, and I love to use these tools in the many different ways possible to use them. Poetry is my favourite method, certainly preferred over writing a novel, because of course a poem can be thought on, written, edited and published very quickly. A novel takes so much longer to complete. I have one of those ‘in progress’ at the moment, but I have a strong suspicion this novel will make only very slow progress, because I’m allowing myself to do many things other than the writing of this novel …
above the fish pond
I know being a novelist isn’t really a title I feel fits with me, the way being a poet does. The longer form of literature feels too unwieldy perhaps for me to handle. I know how to put together and publish a poetry collection, and how to market it. A small book of poetry can be printed in small numbers, and sold in small numbers, and small numbers of people get a little book of my poems to read and think about. It will never make me rich or particularly famous, but that’s fine. Money and fame are not what I write for, I write for my own amusement, and the small amounts of money/fame I gain while nice to have, will never be the major thing.
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Majestic Bird Seen

I saw a wedge tailed eagle earlier today. I had to think about the sighting for a bit before I could definitely say, yes it definitely was a wedge tail. The heavy dark strong look of it, so much heavier and more impressive than any other Australian bird of prey, definitely a wedge tailed eagle.

It wasn’t here, at home but even so, to see one flying across a road I drive on often was exciting. I was on my way to Salisbury from home, travelling along Port Wakefield road, and heading south, the bird was flying across the road, headed east, and approx. fifty metres above the traffic. Major roads are good places for carrion birds in some ways, but not in others.

I didn’t see any dead creatures on this journey, but I wasn’t looking, and I’ve certainly seen quite a few dead things along that road, over the years. It’s a sad fact that fast cars and animals don’t go together well, and the animals are usually the ones that end up dead.

The other day I was driving from my place to Gawler and saw a bearded dragon on the road. The slowed down as much as I could, the creature crouched down a little, and I think that one lived, this time. I wish they’d stay off the road, but who knows, the lizard may have been feasting on something smaller that had lost the battle with the cars.

Getting back to the wedge tailed eagle, from earlier today, if you’ve never seen one of these magnificent creatures, this is Wedge-tailed Eagle 06what they look like. Their wing span is over 2 metres, and the adult is usually quite dark overall. They are feathered almost all of the way down to their toes, and are a very strong and solid looking bird in flight, as they leisurely circle around high above, on the thermals over slow and hot summer’s days.

 

 

 

 

(image from http://rwsboa2011.blogspot.com.au/2012/04/saw-pair-of-wedge-tailed-eagles-today.html – A great site for seeing images of birds in the wild.)

I’ll never forget the day I saw one of these birds on my way home from Balaklava – it was on the ground next to the side of the road, and it appeared enormous. I suspect it had either killed or found something dead, and was settling in for a meal. I was on my way home, and thinking about a meal myself! This was quite a few years ago, and I can’t remember what I’d been doing. The sighting of the wedgie was the more exciting thing, for me.

My most recent poetry collection, that is coming out around the middle of the year has many poems about dead creatures and roads, and dogs that like to kill creatures and other creature-related matters. I was going to call this collection ‘Critters’, but my publisher didn’t like the name, so it’s now called ‘Delicious Tension’ which comes from the first poem. It’s certainly a more dignified title, but I still have a soft spot for all of the critters that make up the collection, and that make up for my life interest in Nature, and all of the animals, birds, insects and so on who share this world with us.

 

 

 

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