"...they could see the whole of London shaping itself vaguely and largely in the grey and growing light, until the white sun stood over it and it lay at their feet, the splendid monstrosity that it is. Its bewildering squares and parallelograms were compact and perfect as a Chinese puzzle; an enormous hieroglyphic which man must decipher or die." --G K Chesterton, The Ball and the Cross (1909)
(jenny k thomas via new mexico nomad on fb)
"NOR IS IT WRITTEN
Nor is it written that you may not grieve.
There is no rule of joy; long may you dwell
Not smiling yet in that last pain,
On that last supper of the heart.
It is not written that you must take joy
Because not thus again shall you sit down
To ply the mingled banquet
Which the deep larder of illusion shed
Like myth in time grown not astonishing.
Lean to the cloth awhile, and yet awhile,
And even may your eyes caress
Proudly the used abundance.
It is not written in what heart
You may not pass from magic plenty
Into the straitened nowadays.
To each is given secrecy of heart,
To make himself what heart he please
In stirring up from that fond table
To sit him down at this sharp meal.
It shall not here be asked of him
‘What thinks your heart?’
Long may you sorely to yourself upbraid
This truth unwild, this only-bread.
It is not counted what large passions
Your heart in ancient private keeps alive.
To each is given what defeat he will.
--Laura Riding
(via sharably dot net via tyrese gibson on fb)
All prayers are carried by a cat.
"There are always going to be Autistic people to families who don’t have any idea what autism is. But it’s also the case that most of us can look at our family histories and say, 'There’s that parent or uncle or cousin who nobody quite knew what was going on with, and I recognize.' And what’s interesting to me is that in the next generation, you’re going to be that parent or uncle or cousin. And you’re going to know what’s going on – you’re going to recognize it in the next generation of Autistic children. Because of that, they’re going to get to grow up with something that we never had. They’re going to get to grow up with a sense of Autistic identity that acknowledges the challenges, but is also positive and affirming and supportive from the very beginning." --Ari Ne'eman
"Where were you when the world was playing #PokemonGo, they'll ask. On Twitter, we'll say. Playing politics." --@NeinQuarterly
(via cabe booth on facebook)
(pic of the shadow of surveyor 1, taken 43 years later, via)
"I don't want these little ones to think I've turned against them, too." --The Day the Clown Cried
Sonnets to Chango
This is a set of blank "sonnets" utilizing for endwords a word-row called the Arbatel, which is an ordered set of the "unrhymable words" (necessarily somewhat arbitrary) of English, rearranged via a magic square. Analogous to the tone-rows of serialist music, this sequence can be excerpted & also reversed, so long as the order of words remains. The god Chango was selected for address as appropriate to the climate exigencies of the Cthulhucene.
I.| II.| III.| IV.| V.| VI.| VII.| VIII.| IX.| X.| XI.| XII.| XIII.| XIV.
(space shuttle, via Eric Jones on facebook)
"Becoming a mother made me a goth." --Joyelle McSweeney
The spider's leg that's Sleipnir Fossa.
(dust devil on mars, via @mikeseibert)
first ruin tourism then virtual ruin tourism. what next, ruined ideology tourism?
