Wish you were here
a witness to givings in
And a few drinks to finish
the cradling buzz
Past and floundering
a new decade or so
Altered evenings and a digeri-
do your shapes and your
words and your audible means
are bound to lift me up out of this
temptation teasing feel
of the summer,
fresh and heated skin on a
slow roasting afternoon and
a
gathering of kin or kind of comforting you
And you're lovely
7.25.2012
7.23.2012
7.15.2012
Currently reading
"To escape from the weight of the world, I leave my body where it is, in conversation or at dinner, and walk through a series of winding streets to a house standing back from the road.
"The streets are badly lit and the distance from one side to the other is no more than the span of my arms. The stone crumbles, the cobbles are uneven. The people who throng the streets shout at each other, their voices rising from the mass of heads and floating upwards towards the church spires and the great copper bells that clang the end of the day. Their words, rising up, from a thick cloud over the city, which every so often must be thoroughly cleansed of too much language. Men and women in balloons fly up from the main square and, armed with mops and scrubbing brushes, do battle with the canopy of words trapped under the sun.
...
"I once accompanied a cleaner in a balloon and was amazed to hear, as the sights of the city dropped away, a faint murmuring like bees."
"The streets are badly lit and the distance from one side to the other is no more than the span of my arms. The stone crumbles, the cobbles are uneven. The people who throng the streets shout at each other, their voices rising from the mass of heads and floating upwards towards the church spires and the great copper bells that clang the end of the day. Their words, rising up, from a thick cloud over the city, which every so often must be thoroughly cleansed of too much language. Men and women in balloons fly up from the main square and, armed with mops and scrubbing brushes, do battle with the canopy of words trapped under the sun.
...
"I once accompanied a cleaner in a balloon and was amazed to hear, as the sights of the city dropped away, a faint murmuring like bees."
7.09.2012
7.04.2012
"I think maybe you're gettin' a little bit invisible."
"A BEAR DOESN'T BOTHER OWNIN' LAND, 'CAUSE HE KNOWS HE'S GONNA DIE. BUT THE LAND WILL GO ON WITHOUT HIM.
OWNIN' DON'T MEAN A THING, SO HE GOES ABOUT THE REST OF HIS LIFE-- HE EATS, HE SLEEPS, HE MATES, AND HE DIES.
HE THINKS IT'S A PRETY GOOD LIFE…
...AND BEARS IS SMART FOLKS."
Green Arrow #40
Credit to Mike Grell and DC Comics
OWNIN' DON'T MEAN A THING, SO HE GOES ABOUT THE REST OF HIS LIFE-- HE EATS, HE SLEEPS, HE MATES, AND HE DIES.
HE THINKS IT'S A PRETY GOOD LIFE…
...AND BEARS IS SMART FOLKS."
Green Arrow #40
Credit to Mike Grell and DC Comics
7.02.2012
7.01.2012
Die Welträtsel
I am completely in admiration of the work of Ernst Haeckel, I am in love with the intricacy of his talent.
Sensible, brilliant theories and a coordinated hand
All photos credit to public domain source Wikimedia
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