Wednesday, April 25, 2012
At last, a worthwhile project
I tire of hearing about Key's shonkey Sky City gamblings, the flogging off of New Zealand farms to the Chinese (I see they're planning to buy a milk processing factory near Waimate as well as other farmers Fonterra shares), idiotic plans to create charter schools by shear dint of political strength, and so on and so on, so it was with great enthusiasm that I greeted the article in today's paper that described one man's interesting and unique project - building a stumpery. It's not often your read about stumperies, hence my excitement. I'm building a lurkem myself, from the trunks of a very old rhododendron, so a stumpery in Queens Park, built by sculptor Frank Wells in the style of a Victorian folly, is just the king of activity I support. If only Key, English, Joyce et al would restrict themselves to such projects and leave the running of the country to people less inclined to hock off everything we own to the highest bidder, I'd be much happier. In the meantime, I'm looking forward to seeing the Victorian Folly Stumpery, due to be completed 'in the next few months' and hope to be able to invite Mr Wells out here to admire my lurkem, provided I've matched his progress.
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Question from the dunce in the corner, what's a "lurkem"?
(I see it's in fact 'lurkim' - no wonder you didn't recognise it, Suz.
"At the far end of town
where the Grickle-grass grows
and the wind smells slow-and-sour when it blows
and no birds ever sing excepting old crows...
is the Street of the Lifted Lorax.
And deep in the Grickle-grass, some people say,
if you look deep enough you can still see, today,
where the Lorax once stood
just as long as it could
before somebody lifted the Lorax away.
What was the Lorax?
And why was it there?
And why was it lifted and taken somewhere
from the far end of town where the Grickle-grass grows?
The old Once-ler still lives here.
Ask him. He knows.
You won't see the Once-ler.
Don't knock at his door.
He stays in his Lerkim on top of his store.
He lurks in his Lerkim, cold under the roof,
where he makes his own clothes
out of miff-muffered moof.
And on special dank midnights in August,
he peeks
out of the shutters
and sometimes he speaks
and tells how the Lorax was lifted away.
He'll tell you, perhaps...
if you're willing to pay..."
Aah, Dr Seuss..I've always lurkdim.
Eagerly waiting the rebuild of the left.
Sadly, there is still a lot of moping around, kicking rubble, interrupted with frequent loud screaming............
They're too busy pining over the good old Victorian days Shunda.
None from the Greens, Shunda - we're going gangbusters!
Ah, Anonymous - the Victorian days! How I loved them. Let's have the best from those times, tempered with our modern know-how, eh!
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