Gabe Feathers McGee

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Molly (haiku for a sick dog)


belly growling,

the puppy contemplates

the sound of hunger


Molly has not been well – very anxious and barking at shadows – her tummy is causing her pain because of a bug (probably something she ate in the paddocks). I thought it might be all psychological but the vet thinks it’s mainly the bug (we’ll wait and see).

She had to go 24 hours without food (hence the haiku) and then a bland, home cooked diet for 10 days and a course of antibiotics. She is not a happy camper.

Something has scared her as well, because she refuses to go outside and will come running back inside when I take her out for her bathroom run. I have to use her lead to ‘force’ her to stay outside until she has done the business. I have seen a ginormous eagle or kite near the house recently – maybe that has put her on edge – and there are always snakes about.

Plus, one of our ducks was killed yesterday, by some unknown predator.

What is going on?

‘Excitable Boy’ – Warren Zevon

Anudder One 😈

Controversial in the day – says something about how we often excuse the behaviour of young, mostly white, men!


Warren Zevon ‘Werewolves of London’

Reblogging just because it’s a Sunday and I love this song 😎

Gabe Feathers McGee

Werewolves of London

If I had to pick a thing that I love most in the world, it would be music. Life without music would NOT be good! To me, the epitome of tragedy is a musician who goes deaf.

I’ve been listening to a lot of music lately because of hours of driving – back and forth to Brisbane (a good 4 hour trip by car, one way).  I would go a bit stir crazy if I couldn’t listen to music in the car.

Well anyway, on my last trip I pulled out Warren Zevon’s Excitable Boy. The lyrics to Werewolves of London get me every time. The beginning of the song with

I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand …’

uses that classic technique of juxtaposing two unlikely subjects to make you sit up in surprise.

and the second last line:

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Skin Deep (poem)

A Repost of my poem Skin Deep in honour of the two new Gouldian chicks that recently started to fly.


Skin Deep

God took a prized jewel
the precious gouldian finch
polishing the paint
a sparrow was left
the crowd

My poem ‘Skin Deep’ was recorded for the ABC Radio National ‘Birdlands’ project in 2011  (produced by Gretchen Miller). You can listen to the very short recording here:

SKIN DEEP Gabrielle Brydenmp3



Perpetuum Mobile (Penguin Cafe Orchestra)




Miss Celie’s Blues

Love the movie ‘The Color Purple’ but the album is one of my favourites of all time 🙂

Lakmé – Sous le dôme épais (youtube)

This is the famous Flower Duet (Sous le dôme épais) from the opera in three acts, Lakmé by Léo Delibes

‘Why do we hate the crow?’ – recording from ABC Radio National

Photo donated by At a Glance Pty Ltd (Lee Curtis and Garrie Douglas)

As promised here is the audio of my poem ‘Why do we hate the crow?’ which was recorded for the ABC Radio National ‘Birdlands’ project.

I love the way they have done this one, even better than ‘skin deep’, especially the sound of the crows in the background.

Producer Gretchen Miller said

Why do we hate the crow by Gabrielle Bryden just had to be read in a good strong Aussie accent – Drayton Morley did the readings for us here!  Produced by Gretchen Miller with sound engineering by Russell Stapleton.

Click on the link to listen to the audio:


Here is the text of the poem:

Why do we hate the crow?

We hate the crow
every bit black bird
beady ugly eyes

stupid shuffling of wings
hop out of the way of cars
that’s arrogance

eating carrion
we don’t like birds who eat dead things
or stuff out of bins
how disgusting

hate that loud, raucous call
grating our ears
like finger nails
on a chalkboard,
they take the short cut
across the river Styx
and with their message from Hades
slip into a subliminal
sniper vantage point

bloody smart-ass birds
too smart for their own good
you can’t kill them, you know
you’ll get in trouble with the law

if only it had a splash of red
somewhere on the feathers
like the stunning
red-tailed black cockatoo

yeah but, they don’t eat dead things

so it is about dead things.

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