Category Archives: An that’s all I know

Reinhold 'Gaffa' Quisenberry Holt

June 22, 2017

And that’s all I know; The value of life

Interestingly, as I was chatting with Lovepreet whilst he was Ubering me back to the Melbourne airport he noted that after moving here three years ago he’d never been back to Punjab.

I found this interesting as most Sikhs I’ve spoken to recently always make regular trips back to the mothership.

Anyway… Lovepreet  mused on and on about many topics about the homeland when I asked my usual broad strokes open question on his home…. as his voice faded into the background I noticed his CD player was on silent … The title of the song playing on silent being something like boo Chau coo koo…. I wondered if this was the sort of screeching Indian music one normally hears in a Hindi shop or nice Italian… his phone rang, also,  notably also on silent …

Lovepreet is not your normal Punjabi … I mused quietly to myself..

The topic turned to cars and traffic and I asked… are there any rules or law on the road? He said no, and joked the sole purpose of the police was to stop you and fleece 200 rupees off you. Apart from that, no policing exhisted.

He then said something which stopped my thoughts on the desolated look Melbourne has… he said, ‘there is no value for life… the only value for a mans life is the value you pay for it’… that value he explained was the amount of money you need to pay if you are caught killing someone…

Lovepreet articulated this value with stunning accuracy and insight, I thought… the value .. I thought.. is what you, pay… we live in a vast and different world. One, which is very different from Melbourne in contrast to India…

One in which I’m certain Lovepreet traded his waste level hair and turben for…

and that’s all I know..

 

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Reinhold 'Gaffa' Quisenberry Holt

November 27, 2016

Women.. And that’s all I know..

Recently, whilst travelling through New Zealand I was chatting with a friendly taxi driver whom was from Pakistan.

I asked, are you mostly Hindu there?

He explained.. No, most certainly this is not the case. As he went on and on with a mumbling about Islamic culture I stared out the window wondering why Auckland hasn’t got a proper road to the city.

It was amazing how dated and old it looked in Auckland..

As the minutes rolled by the noise of the taxi driver slowly started to come back into my mind. I said to him something to the effect of – why do the women where the scarf, this mustn’t help with integration with the west, when you arrive here?

After some more mumbling and staring out of the window something stood out like a chisel in my mind.. He said, openly – this is our way of showing that the women belongs to the man and that we own them.

.. and that’s all I know..

Reinhold 'Gaffa' Quisenberry Holt

May 11, 2016

I thought of a way to weave poetry, philosophy and photography together.

Its called: ‘And that’s all I know’

Imagine yourself throughout your everyday hearing and listening to ambient noise of life. If we put these into incomplete musings we get a snapshot of time.

A snapshot of essence..

If we observe closely enough, we can almost feel that moment… ‘see’ the moment

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I was waiting in a room today with a gentleman. An older man in a grey and white pinstripe suit. We gave each other the obligatory nod.

He walked into his meeting room with his new found introduction.. passed the back and fourth obligatories again..

I hear ‘I’ve been out of work since September’…. I then hear random.. words like ‘resources.. mining’… ‘Industry’..

And that’s all I know..