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What Draws Us.

"Snow spirals outside its Swan Lake routine
Whenever I think of snow, I think of the Mallarmé poem about the swans that did not have foresight to migrate south, getting caught up in a frozen lake
When I think of swans, I think of Proust, who loved this Mallarmé poem and was also a swan trapped in ice"
—@poemakontsa.bsky.social

"Faced with a global threat, penguins and polar bears form an unlikely alliance, marking the birth of what can only be described as an international animal coalition."

   "Dunblane Cathedral

LOVE’s light lost the bleak night breathes a black breeze of loss.
The dread dawn dons dusk’s vale. 'Is death dead?' the bells
Ask across the mourning morn’s moors. The sound swells,
Proclaiming Mary’s anguish at the Child-God’s cross.

My horror walks in hermit’s weeds where children skipped,
My skull’s sick sky sinks shaken shocked beyond the leaves
Light lilting leaward as my grieving silence weaves
A wreath of white where once a tortured heaven wept.

Your quiet walls and choir stalls fall muffled muted,
As all around resound your bells whose concerts call
Only the broken to an altered altar’s gall,
Their proud pearl peels by palsied pain’s pall diluted..."

—Joseph Charles MacKenzie via (via FGR)

"Like Sauron they suffer from failure of imagination. The thing they cannot imagine is us."