Tuesday, May 20, 2014

amaranth mist

(via retronaut)

" In the years between the Second Inundation and the Third and last one, so the story goes, Atlantis was for all practical purposes a madhouse with the inmates in charge. Everybody knew what was going to happen and nobody wanted to deal with the implications of that knowledge..." --John Michael Greer (on The Archdruid Report blog)

The Book of the Emerald and The Necronomicon.

"I guess ignoring climate change can now be seen as a long-term jobs program, when you think of all the seawalls and refugee housing projects that are going to be built in the next couple centuries." --aught on Metafilter

Ptolemaic scifi.

When plastic bags are outlawed, only outlaws will have plastic bags.

"Credentalism is economic discrimination disguised as opportunity."

“The scenes come back into my head at night,” he notes. “I see people lying dead in a pool of blood, screaming with severed body parts. I cannot sleep some nights, spending long hours rolling on the bed. But what options do I have? I’m a journalist and I want to cover what is happening in my country.”

(via Retronaut)

"Sir, you do not own a computer, you have no office, you do all your work in a noisy smoke-filled internet cafe in a small town in south Taiwan—how on Earth did you manage to pitch your CLI FI story to the world's major media such as the recent article in Time magazine?"


Monday, May 12, 2014

Fireflies on Canyon Creek

(via Opalina on Facebook)

Pessoa's Lisbon.

"Most, however, suggests that Lovecraft's mad Arab Abdul Al-Hazred´s real name was Abu al-Husayn, known as Ibn al-Rawandi or Rhazes." --Dr Cagliostro's Kuriosakabinett

Polish Cold War Neon.

(via Saladin Ahmed on twitter)

"Perhaps even if nothing else today has any future, our laughter may yet have a future." --Nietzsche

"Similarly, long after he moved to France and adopted the country’s language, Cioran would still resort to Romanian for curses. French was of no help to him in that regard, even though by then he had become a very good writer in that language." --Language Hat

(interior of the Hindenberg via Retronaut)

Urban algae canopy.

"Those who do not want to learn--create their own reality." --sayings of Asmoday

(from National Geographic via Kameron Hurley on twitter)

Rooms we cannot find to leave
And thoughts we cannot bear to think

Haunt us; still, black fathoms reive
Rooms we cannot find. To leave
Takes more than the little we believe,

Stalled in the everlasting blink:
Rooms we cannot find to leave,
And thoughts we cannot bear, to think.

The Myth of Mecca.


Monday, May 05, 2014

Brontosaurus of Pluto

(by An-Sofie Kesteleyn via Tom Clark at tomclarkblog dot blogspot)

"Most torture devices from the era are inventions of Victorian era freakshows..."

"Every trade has a little charlatanism in it; ours has much." --Anatole France

Music for an Imaginary Science Filmstrip.


To annul the analgesic marriage sing-song, beaten-down
from struggling through time, heartbreak, poverty, limp-wristed
old hopes, she sleeps with a lone docent, delirious
in a newish singularity unparalleled in harmony with
walling it out. Dingy past, she

murmurs once alone, I bluff you away with a single paw,
squirrel you down in the dirt below us both. The shin-scrape
of breeze limps to unofficial altars, her lover pursuing
actor’s freedom, primitive masks lining his demure stair,
supple as swimming upward

as if torn loose of the bottom feeders, keening brittle hosts
there in amorality, sanctuary anywhere but there. Save me, she
quietly cries, from this Christian monstrousness, let me
be an animal again. Side-street pilfering

wrapped in mantles of bland gauze as if hospitalized. Skies
of unworthy tears in a woman’s eye. Indigo void. Blunder marking
two faces. The lattice of his confident glaze. His vanity,
her salvation, offering veal. She removes
the ring."
    --Gordon Hilgers via Facebook

Secret destinations.

"speak in secret/ alphabet" --The Doors

Francis Scott Minor Key.

(pic by mrtsk (momus) on tumblr)


"...the dark mountain that presides over Samling, which I shall never see." --The Snow Leopard