steel myself in the old way
if i still know how
hungering for some live music

broken off bird bath
in the forever twilight

deep in the bushes
christmas lights
birds sing at dawn

glossy crow on the mailbox
painted with the pale sky

the rain · heavy and soft
the curbs · rushing and splashing
thicket of dignitaries

the one out there
i called her and she came



"In absolute numbers, that would be like bombing to death everyone in Pittsburgh, Pa. Or Cincinnati, Oh."


Sabre Foundation.


The Female Pharaoh. "At least four authors have written fictional novels featuring Hatshepsut as the historical heroine..."


Demotorization.


"Art is the conscious making of numinous phenomena. Many objects are inconsequential, too banal to add anything to our experience of life. This is unfortunate, as one cannot grow except by having one's spirit greatly stirred; and the spirit cannot be greatly stirred by spiritless things. Much of our very life is dead. For primitive man, this was not so. He made his own possessions, and shaped and decorated them with the aim of making them not merely useful, but powerful. He tried to infuse his weapons with the nature of the tiger, his cooking pots with the life of growing things; and he succeeded. Appearance, material, history, context, rarity--perhaps rarity most of all--combine to create, magically, the quality of soul. But we modern demiurges are prolific copyists; we give few things souls of their own. Locomotives, with their close resemblance to beasts, may be the great exception; but in nearly all else with which today's poor humans are filling the world, I see a quelling of the numinous, an ashening of the fire of life. We are making an inert world; we are building a cemetery. And on the tombs, to remind us of life, we lay wreaths of poetry and bouquets of painting." --K J Bishop, The Etched City (2003)

(via Centauri Dreams)


Spooked prance.