Thursday, February 18, 2010

"On board ship, the rhythmical rocking is perceived as the progress of time. When the boat finally stops, it is as though time is stopping. Later, on land, time seems to stand still until the sense of voyage has been forgotten." --Rudolf Armheim, Parables of Sun Light (1989)

the cryptic terrain
tumble raptor
trash-mounds like antheaps

price a new turntable
Norvys glister
a catch in the throat

dug from an ashheap caked
with the glut of its origin
contingent raptor

just pour the coffee

The Matrix as a silent movie. (via Metafilter)

Stealth Spammers and Kitty Tweets.

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