Kutna Hora Bone Chapel

Paris Catacombs

Interesting story, here.

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The Daisy follows soft the Sun—
And when his golden walk is done—
Sits shyly at his feet—
He—waking—finds the flower there—
Wherefore—Marauder—art thou here?
Because, Sir, love is sweet!

We are the Flower—Thou the Sun!
Forgive us, if as days decline—
We nearer steal to Thee!
Enamored of the parting West—
The peace—the flight—the Amethyst—
Night's possibility!

Emily Dickinson

Quote for the Day

"They probably just ran out of crank."

Midnight Song

Quote for the Day

"That's probably not as good for as you think it is."

This Could Get Ugly.

Purple ink is spilling on everything over here. Even Prince would be appalled. Must press on, though, an insane task though it is. You'll want to burn after reading. Probably, you'll have no choice.

Today in Casa West

"As soon as school's out I'm gonna start killin' again."

Daydreaming

If you can’t be free, be a mystery -- Rita Dove

Fact is, the invention of women under siege
has been to sharpen love in the service of myth.


--From Grace Notes (W.W. Norton, 1989)

Lipstick's Traces

Is it possible that I just got more haunted?

The Meteors are Out Tonight

The Lyrid meteors will be at their peak the next couple of nights, until Saturday around dawn. The best time to catch them is between sunset and midnight, as the moon will rise near midnight and outshine the Lyrids. The radiant point of the shower will rise around ten, with the meteors appearing to originate from the area of the star Vega, the brightest in Orpheus' harp. Perhaps the fireflies will be out too. We'll see. It promises to be a lovely night for some nocturnal missions.

(Video is of the Perseids.)

IN A DARK TIME - Theodore Roethke

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood
A lord of nature weeping to a tree.
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.

What's madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.
That place among the rocks-is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.

A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.

Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened. summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I
A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.
The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.

Ode to Joy and Thoughts on CS Lewis

And then there's this Just baffling.

C.S. Lewis:

If there lurks in most modern minds the notion that to desire our own good and to earnestly hope for the enjoyment of it is a bad thing, I suggest that this notion has crept in from Kant and the Stoics and is no part of the Christian faith. Indeed, if we consider the unblushing promises of reward and the staggering nature of the rewards promised in the Gospels, it would seem that our Lord finds our desires, not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling around with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.[2]

Where is my Dark Mind?

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Mike and the Squirrel-Foot

This game relies on Mike's ability to pretend that a foot is a ground squirrel, and someone else's love of being bitten on the foot. Both, it would seem, are a bit easily amused.

Bob's Cool Down

try not to breath

All Things Pleasing

Craazy