tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.comments2023-12-15T02:38:55.020+10:30Still Life With CatKerryn Goldsworthyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11270814460793882309noreply@blogger.comBlogger6604125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-71191285297529267702014-11-03T15:34:11.963+10:302014-11-03T15:34:11.963+10:30Hi, I'm also a descendant of Jane & Thomas...Hi, I'm also a descendant of Jane & Thomas, via Sophia (Chipp) Thompson through my mother's side. cheers, JanJan Quigleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12577921789461699471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-61872559334019489802013-07-16T09:20:39.030+09:302013-07-16T09:20:39.030+09:30Marvellous!
Have re-blogged.Marvellous!<br />Have re-blogged.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-5316622906570011272013-06-12T00:56:44.967+09:302013-06-12T00:56:44.967+09:30Sorry this is so late but I have just come across ...Sorry this is so late but I have just come across this post. I had to comment on the photo. It is just such an Australian picture, I love it. Yes, there are gum trees and faded grass and I'm sure the sky is blue, but the essence is also in the lively stance of that handsome young man, the wide grin, the easy embrace of the dog. Thanks. http://janmerryreadersandwriters.blogspot.co.uk/Jan Merryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06122313434824143379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-41265832447989056302013-02-08T22:29:05.589+10:302013-02-08T22:29:05.589+10:30[comment edited and re-posted]
hi there the p...[comment edited and re-posted]<br /><br /> hi there the photo you have of the three blokes in the navy uniform ...<br /> the guy on the left hand side of the photo above this is actually my pop from my dads side of the family.<br /><br /> I would like to know where you got that photo from. as i have a single photo of my pop as well on his own exact same background.<br /><br /> Could you please contact me on [numbers provided]<br /><br /> thankyou<br /><br /><br />Kerryn Goldsworthyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11270814460793882309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-91553494811331906292012-11-12T14:57:41.036+10:302012-11-12T14:57:41.036+10:30Still Life With Cat, in the words of Peter Combe, ...Still Life With Cat, in the words of Peter Combe, <br />Where have you gone? Will you come back? <br /><br />(Hope so.)<br /><br />Or have you been shanghaied by twitter? :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-79112159887444985332012-09-16T08:36:15.162+09:302012-09-16T08:36:15.162+09:30Perfect! rofl miaowPerfect! rofl miaowKayhttp://healthforhumans.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-32185394505078038502012-07-08T05:06:17.717+09:302012-07-08T05:06:17.717+09:30one of these Cat Saturday
wonderful images is a ma...one of these <a href="http://thechive.com/2012/07/07/cat-saturday-26-photos-13/" rel="nofollow">Cat Saturday</a><br />wonderful images is a man with a tiger on his head, and worth the clickthrough<br />X X ann odyneiODynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06394268529143990889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-87937839530264410892012-06-19T18:56:58.781+09:302012-06-19T18:56:58.781+09:30Loved it. Thank you.Loved it. Thank you.Ozfemmehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11075356134336964558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-68331588845560140402012-06-11T21:06:59.685+09:302012-06-11T21:06:59.685+09:30Sorry, I'm an idiot, Odalisque was painted by ...Sorry, I'm an idiot, Odalisque was painted by Ingres, not by Gericault.<br /><br />Gettin' old and slow!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-49303868384425253322012-06-11T07:37:22.268+09:302012-06-11T07:37:22.268+09:30I have a very large (nearly six feet high) Chinese...I have a very large (nearly six feet high) Chinese ink on paper brush-drawing of a reclining tiger, hanging on one wall of my dining room; in its composition, the artist has made a subtle but clever nod to the "Odalisque" of Gericault.<br /><br />Also you forgot Eliot's "Christ the tiger", as well as "Tora! Tora! Tora!"<br /><br />Glad to see you're back, though. Thought I didn't see you on the LP farewell thread, though it was quite long so maybe I simply got lost. Hope all's well.<br /><br />--signed,<br />The pain in the arse formerly known as j_p_zAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-56714721394558669312012-06-10T09:23:54.598+09:302012-06-10T09:23:54.598+09:30Then there is Borges and his "Dreamtigers&quo...Then there is Borges and his "Dreamtigers".<br /><br />http://www.utexas.edu/utpress/books/bordre.htmlEric Sykesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-39827935479085977412012-06-10T09:22:22.436+09:302012-06-10T09:22:22.436+09:30Then there is Borges and his Dreamtigers
http://w...Then there is Borges and his Dreamtigers<br /><br />http://www.utexas.edu/utpress/books/bordre.htmlEric Sykesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-12097995572600473732012-06-07T08:20:36.529+09:302012-06-07T08:20:36.529+09:30I was googling around for 'Boy's Own Paper...I was googling around for 'Boy's Own Paper' images for some other purposes, and came upon <a href="http://www.mernick.org.uk/thhol/jamrach.html" rel="nofollow">this rather peculiar</a> story, with accompanying <a href="http://www.mernick.org.uk/thhol/images/rescue.jpg" rel="nofollow">image</a>.TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-75002598041779013662012-06-06T18:50:29.378+09:302012-06-06T18:50:29.378+09:30Killed the thread stone dead with my joy-killing n...Killed the thread stone dead with my joy-killing narrative! Please feel free to delete...Helenhttp://www.castironbalcony.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-61900164890947829352012-06-06T07:40:05.492+09:302012-06-06T07:40:05.492+09:30I was going to comment about "going on and on...I was going to comment about "going on and on" and the their sad likely extinction at the hand of the human species, but I think I'd rather shut up and let this playful thread stay playful.Helenhttp://www.castironbalcony.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-8648745271796301082012-06-05T16:15:56.199+09:302012-06-05T16:15:56.199+09:30Oh we're from Tigerland -
A fighting fury!
We...<i>Oh we're from Tigerland - <br />A fighting fury!<br />We're from Tigerland!<br />In any weather <br />You will see us with a grin<br />Risking head and chin<br />If we're behind<br />Then never mind<br />We'll fight and fight and win<br />For we're from Tigerland<br />We'll never finish <br />'til the final siren's heard - <br />Like the Tigers of old - <br />We're strong and we're bold<br />Oh we're from Tiger <br />(Yellow and Black)<br />Or we're from Tig-er-land. </i><br /><br />Ahem. Pardon me. Also see the last poem <a href="http://unix.cc.wmich.edu/~cooneys/poems/Hope.5poems.html" rel="nofollow">here.</a>TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-85613826583502220382012-06-04T20:11:40.862+09:302012-06-04T20:11:40.862+09:30"I don't want to be your tiger
Cos tigers..."I don't want to be your tiger<br />Cos tigers play too rough"<br />Elvis PresleyNadine fishernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-3665974955636365122012-06-04T16:10:52.932+09:302012-06-04T16:10:52.932+09:30Eliot Weinberger has a wonderful essay about tiger...Eliot Weinberger has a wonderful essay about tigers in literature, and, more specifically, their being considered feminine; I read it in I can't remember which essay collection, but am sure it must be reprinted in Giramondo's just-released Wildlife -- well worth a read, if you can get your hands on a copy (and haven't)! Glad to see you're back, by the way, and hope this means you'll be posting again soon!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-49160640989349740212012-06-03T00:40:12.127+09:302012-06-03T00:40:12.127+09:30Takes a magpie mind ...
Balzac writes a lovely, qu...Takes a magpie mind ...<br />Balzac writes a lovely, quite erotic story about meeting a lioness at a Saharan oasis.<br />I also love the work of Oz archeo/historian John Mulvaney who excavated some of the critters mentioned, on the Nullabor.sarah toahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12412812914705725798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-78385135259191166112012-06-02T19:54:54.043+09:302012-06-02T19:54:54.043+09:30Thank you, those are wonderful! Here's a marsu...Thank you, those are wonderful! Here's a marsupial lion for you, straight from my ancestral country town, from a conference paper I gave last year: <br /><br />"The word ‘legend’ starts being used about the well and its water level in newspaper stories before the end of the 19th century. Nobody really knew, or knows, what’s down there. If you grew up in Curramulka you are under no illusions about the ground being solid beneath your feet. <br /><br />About 100 feet down, a large limestone cave opens horizontally off the well shaft; in 1958 some intrepid cave explorers discovered an almost complete fossil skull of a prehistoric marsupial, the most ferocious of Australia’s extinct megafauna: the so-called Marsupial Lion, otherwise Thylacoleo Carnifex, which more or less translates as ‘the pouched and murderous lion’. This terrifying creature was about the size of a modern lioness, with dentition similar to the sabre-tooth tiger and a huge thumb claw on a semi-opposable thumb, handy for disembowelling. Presumably, like many of the fossilised megafauna found in the caves near Naracoorte in the South-East of South Australia, it fell down one of the sinkholes that are common in such limestone landscapes; some of these creatures survived the fall only to die a slow and cruel death of starvation and thirst. Auden, in representing a limestone landscape as benign, seems to have either forgotten or never known that it could also be a fatal trap.Kerryn Goldsworthyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11270814460793882309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-46460922855699292242012-06-02T19:47:00.310+09:302012-06-02T19:47:00.310+09:30Some antipodean tygers and marsupial lions for you...Some antipodean tygers and marsupial lions for you ...<br /><br />“At Busselton the melok – salmon trout – was represented by one old man who ... told me the legend of huge cannibal dogs that daily hunted human flesh, carrying men in their mouths to their lair. This legend attained a curious significance when fossil bones of a flesh eating sthenurus were discovered in the Margaret River caves in the vicinity."<br /><br />Daisy Bates, My Natives and I, Hesperian Press, Western Australia, 2004, p. 69.<br /><br />'This was the time just after the coming of the dogs, when everything changed.<br />A barren woman, who carried a ginger pup strapped to her belly, told the girl her Grandmother's story of the strange men who sailed in from the north. They wore spiked helmets fashioned from stonefish and breast plates of thick, felted coconut fibre that repelled even the death spears. They brought the dogs with them for food and were bejeweled in toothed necklaces of the ones they'd eaten on the journey.<br />These dogs without pouches were welcomed. Dogs didn't compete with the people like the tigers did. They hunted in teams and brought food to the camp, where they sat on the outer rim of firelight, their jowls resting on their paws, ears cocked, waiting their turn.<br />With them came a new mammalian knowledge of fatherhood and birth. The old women said that's when things began to change.<br />Some nights when the moon was full, the dogs left the camp silently in rows like militant wraiths. Then the cold, dry air was fraught with the smell of terror and blood. They yipped and howled as they sniffed out den after den of tigers, tearing apart the marsupial bitch in a cramped little cave and devouring her babies.'sarah toahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12412812914705725798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-35677279158087250532012-05-17T17:05:23.221+09:302012-05-17T17:05:23.221+09:30What a lovely surprise to see you back.What a lovely surprise to see you back.Emilynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-75623096800418366132012-05-16T11:34:34.320+09:302012-05-16T11:34:34.320+09:30Glad to learn you are still here. I have been read...Glad to learn you are still here. I have been reading your intelligent and interesting blog for several years and hope you keep going much longer.Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00831602992791562338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-56868075479345329872012-05-05T07:36:20.297+09:302012-05-05T07:36:20.297+09:30commiseration re the food-poisoning and may I advi...commiseration re the food-poisoning and may I advise readers, from experience, to avoid the charity-stall sausage-in-bread risk.Ann ODynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01159263330547329077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-60351149012947980722012-05-03T20:17:23.126+09:302012-05-03T20:17:23.126+09:30Phew. Thought perhaps you'd moved to Outer Mon...Phew. Thought perhaps you'd moved to Outer Mongolia with no internet access. But it was just Da Laide's Mad March that sent you in to hiatus. (And the other stuff - sorry to hear about illness.) Possibly a bit sensitive about bloggers not blogging after Third Cat decided to end hers :/Fionanoreply@blogger.com