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A deep dive into Gorton font. (via Mefi)

"North Oaks, Minnesota is the only city in the US that is not on Google Maps Street View." —@404media.co via

"As the Romantic spirit spreads across the West, more and more people find themselves imprisoned in their own minds—stalking in circles like Rilke’s panther in his cage at the Jardin des Plantes—isolated, incapable of genuine community, increasingly miserable, and, as the mind circles round and round within its confines day after day unvisited by anything outside itself, increasingly and devastatingly bored."

"Ramón López Velarde: Wet Earth

Wet earth of liquid evenings when the rain
whispers and girls soften
under the redoubled pelting of the drops
of the roof terrace.

Wet earth of odoriferous evenings when
misanthropy toils up to the lascivious
solitudes of air and on them lights
with the last dove of Noah;
while the thunder crackles tirelessly
along the miry clouds.

We[t] evenings of steaming earth when I
acknowledge I am made
of clay, for the summer tears, beneath
the auspice of the light that is half gone,
the soul turns to water on the nails
of its cross.

Evenings when the telephone invites
naiads known for their knowingness,
who leave their bath for l[o]ve,
to strew their fatuous tresses on the bed
and to lisp, with perfidy and profit,
damp and panting monosyllables
as the fine rain harries the window-panes....

Evenings like an alcove under the sea,
its bed its bath;
evenings when a maiden
grows old in front of her extinguished hearth,
waiting for a swain to bring her a live coal;
evenings when on earth
angels descend to plough unerring furrows
on edifying fallows;
evenings of supplication and Pascal candles;
evenings when the squall
incites me to inflame
each frigid maiden with the opportune coal;

evenings when, my soul
oxidized, I feel
an acolyte of camphor,
slightly swordfish, slightly
Saint Isidore Labrador...."

—Translated from the Spanish by Samuel Beckett via

Erasure poem.