Saturday, 29 April 2017

disinfection of our sores

omg theres a dream to be crushed
lets get the costume on

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perpetual youth as terror enterprise

rot with me

The main three zombies are the Shambler, the Walker, and the Runner.


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.

Sunday, 23 April 2017

skin yr in

secrets of the talking horse:

crew applied peanut butter to his gums to get him to move his lips.

a string was used. "It was initially done by putting a piece of nylon thread in his mouth.

the gelding learned to wag his lips whenever his hoof was touched.

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                                        l、゙ ~ヽ
                                         じしf_, )

Saturday, 22 April 2017

achilles and the tortoise

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

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....

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Athens 2017// National Archaeological Museum //Linear B
Leigh on Sea 2015// stuck in the mud with Graham Harwood // Wrecked on the Intertidal Zone
Toyko 2015// Taro

Saturday, 15 April 2017

log in

log in

 its just a different flavor of dumb

 in other words, you extracted everything out of your graphic card 


Вы либо умереть герой, или жить достаточно долго, чтобы Смотрите сами становитесь 


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hey are you gonna put my statue up ?

Friday, 14 April 2017

from Hinge Picture By Susan Howe

“Crawl in,” said the witch, “and see if it’s hot enough to put the bread in.”
—Hansel and Gretel

All roads lead to rooms.
—Irish Proverb
a stark

               a numb


               clutching my Crumbl
               Tombs and
               in Caves

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 Bartleby.
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.

Thursday, 13 April 2017

cookin ma goose

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.

Wednesday, 5 April 2017

Folklore of fossil echinoderms

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, 2011).