Riaan en Kari Doorduin: Dark skies and yellow wheat

14 Oktober 2010

Dark skies and yellow wheat

Altyd as ek die woord "wheat" gebruik, dan laat dit my dink aan hoeveel Afrikaanse mense ek al "corn" hoor sê het vir koring. Selfs oor die radio laasjaar het iemand gepraat van "The beautiful corn fields of Malmesbury"! Ek wonder hoeveel van die Swartland boere het oor hulle Klippies en Coke gesit en grinnik daaroor. Then again, miskien dink hulle ook hulle plant corn!

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AquaMonster het gesê...: Ek woon mos nou in die swartland. Geen boer hier gaan net runnik oor so 'n flater nie. Hulle sal verstik in die brannas-en-coke. Dalk sommer opgooi ook!

Laat my dink aan die mense wat nie kan verstaan dat hoenders vir jou kan eiers lewer sonder dat daar 'n haantjie ook moet bywees nie :-); 17 Oktober 2016 om 23:31

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"He who cannot draw on 3000 years is living from hand to mouth." -Goethe

"When confronted with a work of art, we have to open our minds to allow it to carry us away. If we seek to relate intimately to another person, we have to be prepared to make ourselves vulnerable.." - Karen Armstrong

I wanted to live everywhere and smell, taste, feel everything. I wanted to go to sea, explore unknown lands, take off in a space rocket, dine only at all-you-can-eat restaurants, be the last to leave parties. What I couldn’t acknowledge then, and hardly now, is that life just isn’t like that for most of us. The quicksands of suburbia were lurking at every step, and those who broke on through to the sunlit uplands couldn’t find their way back, even when the poverty and lack of enthusiasm for climbing means they wanted to come back. It was the dream of an immature young man, which is exactly what I was.
My eyes would be drawn inevitably to the low ridge of purple hills that ringed the east side of Manchester. The weight of the city; of all those people moving on their tiny arcs across its concrete streets, would be lifted for a moment. That place, over there in those hills, was somewhere I could feel alive, where the moment of release could give me the clarity to understand unconsciously that poetry, prophecy, and religion are all one.

- Ed Douglas: Voices from the Summit, 2000

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Behold the guarantee - the bold print giveth, and the fine print taketh away.

Ask not for whom the telephone bell tolls. If thou art in the bath, it tolls for thee.

If the world were good for nothing else, it is a fine subject for speculation.

What is my loftiest ambition? I've always wanted to throw an egg into an electric fan..

His handshake ought not to be used except as a tourniquet.

Some people can stay longer in an hour than others can in a week.

Many a man's reputation would not know his character if they met on the street.

The world is moving so fast these days, that men who says it can't be done are generally interrupted by men who are doing it.

Pioneers are the people with the arrows in their backs.

Riaan en Kari Doorduin

14 Oktober 2010

Dark skies and yellow wheat

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