Fast ways

(Bonestell's Pluto)



(Pesek's)

"Poe may have gained his knowledge of Al Araf only from Moore's notes to the 'Second Angel's Story' in the 'Loves of the Angels'; but it is probable that he had also read the rather obscure reference in chap. vii of the Koran as translated by [George] Sale and an interesting passage, too long to quote here, from Sale's 'Preliminary Discourse,' sec. IV." --William B. Cairns (footnote 1). (Mutazilites.)

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"Halley postulated that the Earth we walk on is a hollow shell about 500 miles thick, with two inner concentric shells and an innermost core, about the diameters of the planets Venus, Mars, and Mercury. These sheels are separated by atmospheres, and each has its own magnetic poles. The spheres rotate at different speeds, thus accounting for long-term magnetic field variations. Halley did wonder whether clay and chalk beds of the outer crust are sufficient to prevent the oceans from leaking inside, but he was sure that 'the Wisdom of the Creator has provided' some way to prevent this." --Donald E Simanek

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The neon seas of Pluto.

"...dim star-dials/ By the peoples of Pluto wrought..." (Clark Ashton Smith)



The Plutonian Drug.



Kasumi PV.

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Larva tacos.

"...when antimatter costs in the neighborhood of $100 trillion per gram..."

Dreams about Arms

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"XLVII

CILIATED REEF WHERE I WAS BORN
according to the chronicles and folders
with familiar lips illustrated
in second grace.

Ciliated archipelago, you lose your island to the depths,
         to the bottom, my archipelago!
You put up with the calls
of the highway, the way they try us out
and we don't give in for anything.

Noticing the closed eyelids,
unfeathered little grownups, devouring blue bonbons,
old rats start cackling.
Their eyelids closed, as if, when we're born
always wasn't time yet.

The altar goes, the candle so
nothing happens to my mother,
and for me who'll be with the years, if God
wanted, Bishop, Pope, Saint, or perhaps
just a headache of sacred columns.

And those tiny hands that boat themselves
grasping something floating,
not caring to hold on.
And it's 1 already."

--from David Smith's translation of Trilce (1973)

As if that weren t enough to give you the cool

(via American Samizdat)

"Under that sea, a hydrocephalic cry..." --W H Auden

"There was a lot of dismay out there, and not nearly enough ambulances." --Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake (2003)

or down, but how can we precisely

"If Pessoa promoted Sebastianism, it's not because he believed in it but because he didn't." --Richard Zenith, intro to Fernando Pessoa: Selected Poems