And the way things keep happening dear reader: across the world, the country, the town, the street, the hallway - things happen…
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And what’s the proper chronology of it all, well I don’t know. What’s the correct gradation of gravitas that should be afforded to the wonders and terrors and pain and discoveries of a week in the world - and I don’t know.
And so I’ll start elsewhere, and a typhoon swirled up, and with the indifference only nature knows, began to clobber the Philippines.
Then in North Korea, a missile failed to explode or fly or do what missiles are intended to do. And what of all that I wonder, that posturing and mad bravado, and missiles in the sky instead of clouds and all that..
In Iraq, 55 people were killed inside a tent when a person with a bomb strapped to their brain-washed body walked coldly into their warm celebration and did the unthinkable thing. And 55 souls in that tent across the sea, 55…
And Tim Cahill took a shot from deep and scored a mighty goal that made news around the world. And it was a fine goal, a fine shot from out there…
And Deniliquin is in flood. The river came into the town and their homes and we know about that around here, and that’s right.
In Thailand, and the King is dead. They’re wearing black because the mood is sombre, and and incredible awful, disbelieving day did arrive. Their King is dead.
And the greyhounds are allowed race. Around bends and along grassy straights, they’ll consult an ancient impulse, and they’ll chase for prizes, right or wrong, they’ll chase…
There’s a bloody, mad, savage battle for a town in far-away Syria, in Aleppo.
And there’s some perfectly civilised people trying to kill each other with bombs. And it’s going day and night, right now, in the middle of this sentence, it’s happening…
And there was a boy in Aleppo, and he was dangling like a tea-bag from a pulverised building, and there were people trying to save him, and he was 16 years old wearing a dusty tattered shirt that said “Don’t Shoot” – and they did anyway, and he’s name is Marouf, and he’s stuck in the middle of madmen, and that’s right…
There have been people dressing up as clowns to frighten people. And it’s become a fad, like yo-yos, and the kid in Aleppo probably ain’t scared of no clown.
And they discovered that Devil milk, Tassie Devil milk, owns a secret healing power - and who would have thought…
And I heard Bob Dylan won the the Nobel Prize - and I saw Glen Rose down by Les Darcy Drive looking at the world go by…
And it did.
Goodnight