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Beach Walk


Musing:
From On Home Beaches by Les Murray
"Back, in my fifties, fatter than I was then,
I step on the sand, belch down slight horror to walk
a wincing pit edge, waiting for the pistol shot
laughter."
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  1. JulieJanuary 8, 2009 at 8:04 PM

    He's a wonderful poet, but the black dog does torment the man. He distils essence in a similar way to Tim Winton.

    That is a wonderful pink - not cherry; it would have to be hot pink, I suspect.

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  2. Lucy HollisJanuary 9, 2009 at 7:33 AM

    Wonderful detail - focusing on the reflection really adds another layer to this scene.

    To me, the sand turns the pink to almost a coral.

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  3. bitingmidgeJanuary 9, 2009 at 8:28 AM

    I detect a comfort... that's it! A COMFORT that is starting to creep in away from the bush!

    And I'm with Julie, you can quote Tim and Les all day.

    Sunshine Coast Daily - Australia

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  4. PJJanuary 9, 2009 at 1:39 PM

    I'm not familiar with the poet but very familiar with the sentiment... although, I looked forward to middle-age and the way it has of leveling the playing field, as it were.
    Love the pink.

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  5. Joan ElizabethJanuary 11, 2009 at 5:57 PM

    PJ, Les Murray is a contemporary Australian poet but does have an international reputation

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  6. Joan ElizabethJanuary 11, 2009 at 5:59 PM

    Pete, not so sure about comfort yet but I agree I progressed a lot this year. Have learnt from looking at the work of others.

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