Posts by David Slack

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  • Island Life: He lied to us all,

    I think it was the Electoral Finance Bill but I'm not entirely sure

    I think you can thank/blame Jane Clifton for popularising it. She's been using it for at least as far back as the Listener is archived online.

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  • Island Life: He lied to us all,

    Just as he goes off the boil here, the Americans discover him.

    Credit to Peter Cresswell

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  • Island Life: He lied to us all,

    Democracymum posted this interesting find at Kiwiblog:

    Why did Winston say on One News tonight that he was not at the 2006 Karaka Yearling Sales (and therefore could not have met with Owen Glenn) when this photo clearly puts him there?

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  • Island Life: He lied to us all,

    Sounds like John Key won't be in the flock.
    (Can't be flocked?)

    That was exuberantly unequivocal of him just now with Mary Wilson.

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  • Busytown: Lucky Jim,

    On the subject of war, Sam Hunt offered this marvellous Pablo Neruda poem on Kiwi FM this morning.


    I'm Explaining a Few Things

    You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs?
    and the poppy-petalled metaphysics?
    and the rain repeatedly spattering
    its words and drilling them full
    of apertures and birds?
    I'll tell you all the news.

    I lived in a suburb,
    a suburb of Madrid, with bells,
    and clocks, and trees.

    From there you could look out
    over Castille's dry face:
    a leather ocean.
    My house was called
    the house of flowers, because in every cranny
    geraniums burst: it was
    a good-looking house
    with its dogs and children.
    Remember, Raul?
    Eh, Rafel? Federico, do you remember
    from under the ground
    my balconies on which
    the light of June drowned flowers in your mouth?
    Brother, my brother!
    Everything
    loud with big voices, the salt of merchandises,
    pile-ups of palpitating bread,
    the stalls of my suburb of Arguelles with its statue
    like a drained inkwell in a swirl of hake:
    oil flowed into spoons,
    a deep baying
    of feet and hands swelled in the streets,
    metres, litres, the sharp
    measure of life,
    stacked-up fish,
    the texture of roofs with a cold sun in which
    the weather vane falters,
    the fine, frenzied ivory of potatoes,
    wave on wave of tomatoes rolling down the sea.

    And one morning all that was burning,
    one morning the bonfires
    leapt out of the earth
    devouring human beings --
    and from then on fire,
    gunpowder from then on,
    and from then on blood.
    Bandits with planes and Moors,
    bandits with finger-rings and duchesses,
    bandits with black friars spattering blessings
    came through the sky to kill children
    and the blood of children ran through the streets
    without fuss, like children's blood.

    Jackals that the jackals would despise,
    stones that the dry thistle would bite on and spit out,
    vipers that the vipers would abominate!

    Face to face with you I have seen the blood
    of Spain tower like a tide
    to drown you in one wave
    of pride and knives!

    Treacherous
    generals:
    see my dead house,
    look at broken Spain :
    from every house burning metal flows
    instead of flowers,
    from every socket of Spain
    Spain emerges
    and from every dead child a rifle with eyes,
    and from every crime bullets are born
    which will one day find
    the bull's eye of your hearts.

    And you'll ask: why doesn't his poetry
    speak of dreams and leaves
    and the great volcanoes of his native land?

    Come and see the blood in the streets.
    Come and see
    The blood in the streets.
    Come and see the blood
    In the streets!

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  • Busytown: Lucky Jim,

    Dad was in J Force, which went into Japan after the surrender. He's talked a little about it, and from time to time we ask again, but the conversation never goes far. You've moved me to try again.

    Jim Mora interviewed a marvellous old guy last Friday about his adventures as a fighter ace. He has just published a memoir that I'm going to buy next time I'm in the bookshop.

    JAYSUS IT'S JIMMY. Love it.

    Devonport • Since Nov 2006 • 599 posts Report

  • Hard News: Trust. Us.,

    (bear in mind though, Crikey comes out daily and would run to ten pages easily - if printed)

    I would be more likely to read it all the way through each day if I did print it off, but it seems wrong (for the cost, for the planet) to do that. I wonder if something not quite so voluminous might have more appeal.

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  • Hard News: Trust. Us.,

    Do you have insider knowledge of how much money the contributors actually make? Are we talking need for a second job, breadline, fair pay?...

    Don't have any insider knowledge, sorry, but the income of 14,000 subscribers plus advertising would give you quite a bit more to pay your contributors than a blog with banner ads.

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  • Hard News: Trust. Us.,

    I omitted to say this in the last discussion the PA contributors had about this, but I regard Crikey as the most viable model to emulate. It works.

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  • Hard News: Trust. Us.,

    I know that my fellow PAers are already well-and-truly sick of me going on about this/

    I'm not.

    Devonport • Since Nov 2006 • 599 posts Report

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