There is nothing that will stop them. Maybe a bat to the brain… But
that’s up to you, and if you can manage to hit it without being
distracted by that bod. While infected, the body converts all energy
from fat into muscle, anything that it can use to turn the body into a
killing machine. And all the pent up energy makes these sexy
motherfuckers twitchy, and deadly.
Diogenes the Cynic said nothing upon hearing Zeno's arguments, but stood up and walked
The physical world requires a resolution amount used to distinguish distance while mathematics can use any resolution.
- At every instant of time there is no motion occurring. If everything is
motionless at every instant, and time is entirely composed of instants,
then motion is impossible.
- Instants are not parts of time, for time is not made up of instants any
more than a magnitude is made of points, as we have already proved.
Hence it does not follow that a thing is not in motion in a given time,
just because it is not in motion in any instant of that time
Saturday, 23 July 2011 hypothetical desert HOLDEN You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when....
LEON Is this the test now ?
HOLDEN Yes. You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you lookdown and see a.....
LEON What one ? It was a timid interruption, hardly audible.
HOLDEN What ?
LEON What desert ?
HOLDEN Doesn't make any difference what desert.. it's completely hypothetical.
LEON But how come I'd be there?
HOLDEN Maybe you're fed up, maybe you want to be by yourself.. who knows. So you look down and see a tortoise. It's crawling toward you....
William James says that in times of trauma and crisis a door is opened to a place where facts and apparitions mix.
When I was a visiting poet at Temple, I encountered two huge volumes called Melville’s Marginalia.
Its editor, Wilson Walker Cowen, had collected and printed all the
passages Melville had marked in his personal library. At first glance,
this alphabetically arranged collection of quotations from numerous
authors resembled a giant Charles Olson poem. The preface said Cowen
died young. All this immense labor had been for his graduate- student
degree. I thought of the pale usher and the sub-sub-librarian in Moby-Dick.
Then, as I was going over the material, I came upon Melville’s notes in
his copy of the Irish poet James Clarence Mangan’s collected works. I
remembered singing Mangan’s “Róisín Dubh” with the Reddins. I looked
into Mangan’s life and work, and by following Mangan—God! I couldn’t
believe it—I found that he may have been a source for the character of
Earlier, when I was writing the poems that would become Frame Structures,
I stumbled on Longfellow’s wife Frances Appleton, who died by fire in
their home library. She was trying to paste locks of her children’s hair
into an album, using a candle to melt the wax, when a spark fell on her
dress. His beard you see in the famous photograph was grown to cover
the scars on his face, which was badly burned when he tried to save her.
The Longfellow House is now a National Historic Site, and when I took
the tour I asked the guide which was the room she burned in. He brushed
the question aside as if such a thing had never happened. It doesn’t fit
the sunny portrait of the author they are hired to exhibit.
In the same way, I came upon Jonathan Edwards’s sister Hannah by
chance when I slipped her “private writings” out of a folder in the
Beinecke Reading Room at Yale.
I don’t want to be so arrogant as to say these are recoveries. Maybe certain people find me.
*** from My Emily Dickinson
When I love a thing I want it and I try to get it. Abstraction of the particular from the universal is the entrance into evil. Love, a binding force, is both envy and emulation. HE (the Puritan God) is a realm of mystery and will always remain unknowable, authoritarian, unpredictable. Between revealed will and secret will Love has been torn in two.
At the center, the “Square of the Appalling Mobile.” Saturation of
the market with a product causes the product’s market value to fall: thus, as they
explored the Sinister Quarter, children would learn not to fear the
anguishing occasions of life, but to be amused by them.
Some Cretaceous echinoids, notably Micraster (Fig. 2), Echinocorys (Fig. 3) and Conulus (Fig.
4), have been given the name ‘Shepherd’s crowns’ in English folklore.
The five rays converging on the apex of the fossil do indeed resemble
the ribs of a crown. According to Bassett (1982), shepherds may have
come across these fossils, eroded from the underlying chalk, while
caring for their sheep on the downlands of southern England.
St Peter’s Church (Fig. 5) in the small
Hampshire village of Linkenholt is remarkable for the incorporation of
Chalk echinoids into the walls. On the north side of this church, a tall
window is capped by a square arch containing 20 flint echinoids (Fig.
6), while a larger window on the south side has a rounded arch inset
with 25 similar Shepherd’s crowns (Fig. 7). These echinoids were
apparently recycled into the fabric of this small Victorian church from
its thirteenth century predecessor, thus preserving a legacy of the
pagan belief that they had the power to ward off the Devil (McNamara,