NEW SITE FOR DR CLAY DJUBAL’S ALTER EGO – HAVE GRAVITY WILL THREATEN

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About HGWT

Originally founded in Armidale (NSW) as S.T.D. Music, Hire and Promotion (1983) by Clay Djubal, Have Gravity Will Threaten (HGWT) is an independent specialist publisher of music, plays, poetry and images from writers, musicians, composers, bands and photographers who emerged out of the New England region of New South Wales during the ‘pub rock’ era of the 1970s and 1980s. After being based in Sydney during the mid- late 1980s HGWT was re-established in Stafford Heights (Brisbane) in 1993.

 

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GIFFING OFF UNTO THE MIDNIGHT HOUR

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate the approach of the Midnight Hour. HE is out there still on the sawdust floor and SHE hasn’t heard HIM sing for a very long time. Wait then for MIDNIGHT.

 

Without courage, wisdom bears no fruit.
- Baltasar Gracian

 

   Happy owner, happy cat. Indifferent owner, reclusive cat. – Chinese Proverb

      It ’s possible to forgive someone a great deal if he makes you laugh.
Carolyn Llewellyn

  

 

You’ve got to practice meditation when you walk, stand, lie down, sit, and work,
while washing your hands, washing the dishes, sweeping the floor, drinking tea,
talking to friends, or whatever you are doing. When you are washing the dishes,
washing the dishes must be the most important thing on your life. Just as when
you are drinking tea, drinking tea must be the most important thing in your life.
-  Thich Nat Hahn

 

      

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

DREAMING IN A BED ALONE

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate DREAMING IN BEDS ALONE. SHE had the double bed with 15 pillows and doonahs and leopard skin sheets and HE has the stretcher in the tent at a folk festival in the tropics.  Sweet Dreams to each one.

The Young May Moon

 The young May moon is beaming, love.
The glow-worm’s lamp is gleaming, love.
How sweet to rove,
Through Morna’s grove,
When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!
Then awake! — the heavens look bright, my dear,
‘Tis never too late for delight, my dear,
And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!

Thomas Moore

 

Dancing is like dreaming with your feet!  ~Constanze

Gray sail against the sky,
Gray butterfly!
Have you a dream for going.
Or are you the blind wind’s blowing?
~Dana Burnet, “A Sail at Twilight”

 

 

One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
- Dale Carnegie

 

“Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.” – William Dement

 

All people dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in
the dusty recesses of their mind, wake in the morning to find
that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
for they dream their dreams with open eyes, and make them come true.
–T.E. Lawrence (AKA Lawrence of Arabia)

   Sometimes dreams alter the course of an entire life.  Judith Duerk

FOR A PAGE OF DREAM QUOTES TRY THIS LINK : http://quotations.home.worldnet.att.net/dreams.html

 

NIGHTS AT HOME IN THE DARK OF THE COUNTRYSIDE

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate Night at home with only one light on and crickets in the long grasses. Autumn edging in and the phones silent.

On Hanukkah, the first dark night,
Light yourself a candle bright.
I’ll you, if you will me invite
To dance within that gentle light.
~Nicholas Gordon, poemsforfree.com

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i’ the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.
John Milton

Dreaming permits each and everyone of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.
William Dement

May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full
moon on a dark night, and the road downhill all
the way to your door.

Tis the night – the night Of the grave’s delight, And the warlocks are at their play; Ye think that without The wild winds shout, But no, it is they – it is they.
~Arthur Cleveland Coxe

SLEEPINESS ON A NIGHT OF SCORPION FULL MOON

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate SLEEPINESS in all its forms. Blessed and welcome. An attempt to cease existing for a time. The portal to sweet and deep dreamings or the the refused invitation.

FOR BREATHING AND MANY FORMS OF MEDITATION TRY http://www.egreenway.com/wellbeing/breathing.htm

On a Myer hairdryer:
“Do not use while sleeping”.
(Darn, and that’s the only time I have to work on my hair).

“One should either be sad or joyful. Contentment is a warm sty for eaters and sleepers.”

Eugene O’Neill

MURAQABA

When the lips are closed, then the heart begins to speak; when the heart is silent,
then the soul blazes up, bursting into flame, and this illuminates the whole of life.

So I gave up the idea of a circus, and concluded
  he was from an asylum. But we never came to an asylum -- so I was up a stump,
  as you may say. I asked him how far we were from Hartford. He said he had never
  heard of the place; which I took to be a lie, but allowed it to go at that.
  At the end of an hour we saw a far-away town sleeping in a valley by a winding
  river; and beyond it on a hill, a vast gray fortress, with towers and turrets,
  the first I had ever seen out of a picture. 

“Bridgeport?” said I, pointing.

“Camelot,” said he.

My stranger had been showing signs of sleepiness. He caught himself nodding, now, and smiled one of those pathetic, obsolete smiles of his, and said:

“I find I can’t go on; but come with me, I’ve got it all written out, and you can read it if you like.”

A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Courtby Mark Twain
a.k.a. Samuel Clemens
(1835-1910)

which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.

Mary Oliver, Messenger

poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay, from An Unquiet Mind)
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go, - so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, "There is no memory of him here!"

And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

DREAMING IN FEBRUARY

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life. They contemplate DREAMS they have in February. Of Patrick McNally and of Canada. Of Kalang and Armidale. Of Bilambil and Blues. They dream of EARTHSHIPS and walls lined with books and ladders on wheels. They dream of children and grandchildren, of vegie gardens and Melinda. Dreaming is a fine thing. They dream of coloured cloth and of Hannah who was sentenced to death for stealing a roll of cloth. Up yours – says her grandaughter. I shall wear all the cloth I wish. Bright coloured cloth wrapped round me like wedding gowns. They dream of Johannah and Julia, of Judith and Emily. They drean of music and words.

THEY DREAM in a room with no curtains and the moon full shining above valley mists.

If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time.

Marcel Proust

I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man. ~Chuang Tzu

All conditioned creeds
are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, shadows,
like dew drops and a lightning flash:
contemplate them thus.”

Diamond Sutra
A paraphrase and modification by Mike Garofalo

In green old gardens, hidden away
From sight of revel and sound of strife,
Here I have leisure to breathe and move,
And to do my work in a nobler way;
To sing my songs, and to say my say;
To Dream my dreams, and to love my love;
To hold my faith, and to live my life.
Making the most of its shadowy day.
- Violet Fane, 1843 – 1905, In Green Old Gardens

 

 

The young May moon is beaming, love.
The glow-worm’s lamp is gleaming, love.
How sweet to rove,
Through Morna’s grove,
When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!
Then awake! — the heavens look bright, my dear,
‘Tis never too late for delight, my dear,
And the best of all ways

To lengthen our days
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!
- Thomas Moore, The Young May Moon

 

 

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
– Mark Twain

The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.
– James Allen