Michael leunig

When the heart Is cut or cracked or broken, Do not clutch it; Let the wound lie open. Let the wind From the good old sea blow in To bathe the wound with salt, And let it sting. Let a stray dog lick it, Let a bird lean in the hole and sing A simple song like a tiny bell, And let it ring. Untitled ["When the heart is cut"] by Michael Leunig. Text as archived on the poet's website. Art credit: "Playful Creature," cartoon by Michael Leunig.

Official website of Michael Leunig, Australian artist & cartoonist.

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Well, it's not very often at all that one hears anything listen-worthy on New Zealand radio, but when such rare occurrences do take place, they almost inevitably do so on Radio New Zealand. This was the case yesterday morning when Kathryn Ryan interviewed the delightful Michael Leunig on the Nine to Noon programme. You can listen to the interview here. And while…

Official website of Michael Leunig, Australian artist & cartoonist.

We have moved. At least we feel like we've moved. But if we have, we don't know where to. We seem to have shifted. EVERYTHING seems to have shifted. How would we know? We can't believe anything. We can't keep up. And we can't keep down. Down isn't where it used to be, and up is now sideways. We've moved. Everybody, everything has moved. But not the dog. Of course not.

When all the world is broken. Michael Leunig

Starer Down, for goodness sake, Go and stare into the lake Stare into an olive tree Contemplate the honey bee Go and have a good lie down Stop this staring people down. Starer down don't be so hard Stare into your own back yard Stare into the cloudy murk Look at mother nature's work Go and ease your worried frown Stop this staring people down.