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January 14, 2012 in Collage Nation | Tags: Blue Mountains, haiku, it really is a rare day when I don't think or dream about this place, Mount Wilson, old postcards, this place that's stuck in my blood and bones and heart and soul, visual haiku, what happens when yet again I listen to the Brideshead Revisited soundtrack

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January 15, 2012 at 9:16+00:00Jan

Gabrielle Bryden

Very cool haiku or you could describe it as a haiga I suppose with the words and photographs 🙂 That house is lovely. I dream about my old haunts regularly – I fly through the air over the roads and streets of my childhood and over the roof of my old house.

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    January 16, 2012 at 9:16+00:00Jan

    Nigel Featherstone

    Hi Gabe, about your second sentence, I misread it at first and thought that you dreamt about your old haunts but really did fly over the places of your childhood (somehow I pictured you as either a regular flyer or a pilot), which I thought was rather magical, all things considered!

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      January 20, 2012 at 9:16+00:00Jan

      Gabrielle Bryden

      hahaha – that would be cool, really flying over my old suburb – maybe I am really flying in my dreams – it certainly feels like it is real 😉

January 16, 2012 at 9:16+00:00Jan

whisperinggums

Ha … nice one Nigel. Love your tags too (as usual). No wonder you don’t have a tag cloud!

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    January 16, 2012 at 9:16+00:00Jan

    Nigel Featherstone

    Thanks Sue.

    It’s nice to play around with words and images (as you’ve probably noticed). And, yes, I do tend to get carried away with tags. I’m sure it’s been done many times before, but one day the whole post will be in the tags – for one week that’ll get me out of doing something properly creative. And will probably annoy readers/visitors to this blog, so perhaps I won’t do it at all. Above all, as a blogger, I just wanna be liked.

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      January 16, 2012 at 9:16+00:00Jan

      whisperinggums

      Oh you are, Nigel, you are … liked that is. So, go for it!

      January 17, 2012 at 9:16+00:00Jan

      Nigel Featherstone

      Interesting: Australian writer John Marsden said at an event at Manning Clarke House in Canberra a couple of years ago that when he started writing he just wanted to be admired. Eight-million copies of his books later, he said the impulse remained the same: he still just wants to be admired. Which is similar to just wanting to be liked, don’t you think?


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