Friday, September 30, 2005

(via first-natur* dot com)

    "Bavarian Gentians

   Not every man has gentians in his house
   in soft September, at slow, sad Michaelmas.

   Bavarian gentians, big and dark, only dark
   darkening the day-time torch-like with the smoking blueness of Pluto's gloom,
ribbed and torch-like, with their blaze of darkness spread blue
down flattening into points, flattened under the sweep of white day
torch-flower of the blue-smoking darkness, Pluto's dark-blue daze,
black lamps from the halls of Dis, burning dark blue,
giving off darkness, blue darkness, as Demeter's pale lamps give off light,
   lead me then, lead me the way.
Reach me a gentian, give me a torch
let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of this flower
down the darker and darker stairs, where blue is darkened on blueness,
even where Persephone goes, just now, from the frosted September
to the sightless realm where darkness is awake upon the dark
and Persephone herself is but a voice
or a darkness invisible enfolded in the deeper dark
of the arms Plutonic, and pierced with the passion of dense gloom,
among the splendour of torches of darkness, shedding darkness on the lost bride and her groom."

--D H Lawr*nc*

Hooxxk crck?

Igunaujannguaq. (via Robot Wisdom)

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Bug from Shaggai.

"I have been drawn twice or thrice by company to go to Bedlam, and have seen others very much delighted with the fantastical extravagancy of so many various madnesses, which upon me wrought so contrary an effect, that I always returned, not only melancholy, but even sick with the sight. My comparison there was perhaps too tender, for I meet a thousand madmen abroad, without any perturbation; though, to weigh the matter justly, the total loss of reason is less deplorable than the total depravation of it."

-Abraham Cowl*y, 1668

3truscan glossary.

"...Otarid, Musht'har and Zual faint for my sake..."

"...the overthick night threaded with dour jewels..."

Islam in Sci Fi. (via bOING bOING)

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

St*rling in Christiania.

"...the extended salute to former network anchors Tom Brokaw, Dan Rather and the late PeterJennings (the men America turned to for the evening news for a quarter of century) brought an already plodding show to its knees and held it hostage. This is the kind of thing that makes people want to gouge out their own eyes (because, let's face it, none of us will ever be able to get close enough to Brokaw or Rather to gouge out their eyes, instead)."

--M*lani* Pruit on th* 3mmys.


(via p dot vtourist dot com)


pyramid of sand · is void to my sight
labyrinth of cant · is void to my sight

i know too much swarf · a black rock out of sky
falls and this taiga · is void to my sight

chatoyant my moon · as i walk slowly down
furious hazard road · is void to my sight

"Lalande 21185's sigil is two sides of a pentagram meeting in the top center point and a thin oval crossing them."

Star colors.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

'Should Somebody One Day

Should somebody one day knock at your door
Announcing he's an emissary of mine,
Never believe him, nor that it is I;
For to knock does not go with my vanglory,
Even at the unreal door of the sky.

But should you, naturally and without hearing
Anyone knock, come to your door, unbar it
And find somebody waiting (it appears)
To dare to knock, give it some thought. It was
My emissary and I and the retinue of my glorying
In what drives to despair and what despairs.
Unbar to who does not knock at your door!'


'Selected Poems' translated from Fernando Pessoa by J.Griffin.

"The work is the death mask of its conception."

"As our life is very short, so it is very miserable; and therefore it is well it is short." --J*r*my Taylor

Turn your Hamst*r into a Fighting Machin*.

" I like hot springs, and I think that Titan organisms would like them too." (via Robot Wisdom)

"If you want to see the true face of war..."

Monday, September 26, 2005

Dhrawn (Laland* 21185) (via daviddarling dot info)

   "Volcano Commando Tsuka"

halcyon mountain daring · on a suicidal path
skulls in sand bright glaring · on a suicidal path

toys and candy swirling · all i want is truthful words
lost among clowns blaring · on a suicidal path

soon will know a trying · much will crash and many fail
halcyon furry faring · on a suicidal path


Sunday, September 25, 2005

Wishing i could turn on songs about what's actually occurring: in Iraq, in Louisiana...with our changing sky stuff and our swift oil finish; with our mad king... Too many dooms for a singular today.
 :  Sing it.

A must-grok post. (via wood_s lot)

"Mr. Bush's life after his presidency was marked by misfortune." (via B*rub*)

" "So this is pop music's fate," I thought gloomily, "to monitor our hearts while a camera monitors our bodies. To control our inside, the part the camera can't see." "

Th* Salt Roads.

Proj*ct C*nsor*d.