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There is a tanka by Shunzei (here in LaFleur's translation):
'Right here and now!
I watch the sun slip away,
thoughts gone to the west
paradise of Amida, where
this is the sky of nightfall.'
Mine:
Here, now, this present
watching as the sun departs
thinking of the West
of Amida, out there, where
this is its high thesterness.
In Lojban:
DEI CA'A CABZVA
.I ZGANA LE SOLRI NOI
DARKLA .IJE MI
PENSI LE XARZDA STICI
POI SE TSANI CO NICTE
(via ancient archives dot org)
"Nobody with anything to say would say it in triolets." --Canon Carmont of Dalbeatie, qtd in: The Quest for Corvo
"For he that is not glad of any just occasion of Martyrdome, has not the faith he professeth, but pretends it onely, to set some colour upon his own contumacy." --Hobbes
Thread of bogus-tibetan (with bogus-scottish for a bonus).
"I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope" --T S Eliot
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(via @HorribleSanity)
We are going to be more famous for our ruins than the Maya.
Mallarmé en Esperanto. Steampunk en Esperanto.
To be a critic today is like trying to read the writing on the side of a spinning top.
Apparently, burning NH4Cr2O7 with HgSCN opens a portal to hell.Apparently, burning NH4Cr2O7 with HgSCN opens a portal to hell.
Posted by Amazing on Saturday, February 1, 2014
FAGRI SINCE
"He had collected all kinds or knives, sharp tools, picks, sheep shears, etc. and had them all impaled in the walls of his living room. It was covered in weapons stuck in the wall. There was an axe on a Christmas tree stand that turned and played Silent Night. It had Bible verses glued to it. He said some guy had come over to collect on a drug debt, and he chopped off his ear with the axe. The ear was stuck in the wall by an icepick that was about 14" long. In the corner was a glass 5 gal water jug with neon tubes in it that pulsed. They were lit by an electric fence power pack he'd found." --Bobby B. on Facebook
"all that I do not know
I have lost none of it"
Merwin
"With crystal vestibule and architrave" --Thomas Bailey Aldrich
"...the fair, frail palaces,
The blue and crimson archipelagoes..." --Aldrich
Lovecraft & the Book of Reason.
(via @ACKstronomy on twitter)
1.
A rich enclave in the southern part of the city. Its hilly, winding streets have never been mapped. I never met anyone who had ever lived there. For a short time i threw a paper route in the area. I came to believe something caused the streets to permute into a different configuration every night.
2.
First day of work at the new job. Every computer is turned to the same image. I've never seen streaming video before, & i have trouble figuring out what i'm seeing. Smoke is churning like a moving wall through downtown streets. Again & again an airplane hits one tower. An explosion. Then the second plane.
