he tells me he doesn’t read.
Reading is a waste of life he tells me
& that when they bury him
they had better do it deep & they
had better do it silent
or god help them he’ll crawl out.
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GN, philosophy and taxi-driving have e’er been bedfellows. this is hilarious.
That’ll do me.
Can’t imagine a life like that. Newspapers, blogs, star trek novels, journal article and the whimsical have all been consumed in the past days and yet the I steel feel the craving for more.
One of my favourite Ray Bradbury quotes is “You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.”
Pity I missed you at GleeBooks, but I am planning a trip to Brisbane soon, if I ask the taxi driver to take me to Brew I wonder if I’ll get a discourse on the perils of coffee.
Rather like this driver’s attituded about burial…very interesting attitude about reading sounds like some one with dyslexia…I know I’m probably reading into it…but since I worked with children like that for years …what would you expect. 🙂
that’s wonderful Graham,
Talking with the Men in the Street is such a great passion of mine and the best way to meet human kind (finally) and get in some wisdom. I wish I could bring it into words in such a marvellous way. You managed to keep it all simple and alive – Love it.
I absolutely love this poem – says stuff about humans, Australia, perspective, different worlds (both with validity) – always have time for taxi driver philosophy and it is always good to stretch our limited perception of the world and to stand in anothers shoes (when you think about it a great percentage of the humans in the world can’t read and write).
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