Thursday, March 6, 2014
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Mermaid illustration obtained by Blomhoff, late Edo period (artist unknown)
Reports of mermaid encounters were not uncommon in 19th-century Japan, and a number of illustrated documents from that period - including a few by notable natural historians - depict some fantastic specimens rarely seen in today’s world.
This mermaid illustration from the National Museum of Ethnology (Leiden, Netherlands) was obtained by Dutch trader Jan Cock Blomhoff, who served as director of the Dejima trading post in Nagasaki from 1817 to 1824. The drawing appears to show a different mermaid than Blomhoff’s famous mummified specimen, which is also owned by the museum.
Friday, January 10, 2014
who has twisted us around like this, so that no matter what we do, we are in the posture of someone going away?
Thursday, January 9, 2014
love is an evil word
& love is an evil word.
Turn it backwards/see, see what I mean?
An evol word. & besides
who understands it?
I certainly wouldn’t like to go out on that kind of limb.
—Amiri Baraka from “In Memory of Radio”
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Friday, October 18, 2013
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Monday, July 29, 2013
Sky over western Lithuania photo by Mindaugas Riauka
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
it is hard to write for no audience, to write for yourself, especially when you despise the personal.
try writing for yourself when you are dead and everyone around you is forgetting everything, including you.
try writing for yourself when you don’t have a self and the man you used to project yourself onto is still alive, playing deafeningly loud about the absence of you.
he loves his lament for me.
i’m going to have to make myself up. maybe write for this audience of shades. they will forget everything i say, all of it, every word, every phrase.
i will sequence timeless dark into little spans of now. with words.
Monday, April 1, 2013
Friday, March 22, 2013
Quiet friend who has come so far,
feel how your breathing makes more space around you.
Let this darkness be a bell tower
and you the bell. As you ring,
what batters you becomes your strength.
Move back and forth into the change.
What is it like, such intensity of pain?
Thursday, March 21, 2013
i’ve queued a bunch of posts about black holes.
they are all quotes from the hubble telescope site (each quote will include a citing link)
…but you might prefer to read them metaphorically…
I think they might be all for Orpheus.
The second time I ever saw you I learned what I had read in books but I never had actually believed: that love and suffering are the same thing and that the value of love is the sum of what you have to pay for it and anytime you get it cheap you have cheated yourself.
William Faulkner, Wild Palms, 1939 (via malevichsquare)