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Still waters run deep.

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Still waters run deep.

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When the rings of my life are engrained in the timbers of time this moment will be rich and...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 14:14:00 -0400

When the rings of my life

are engrained in the timbers of time

this moment will be rich and pure

soft fibres light and broad

nestled among the dark waves of winter

dense ripples of dark skies

when the rings of my life are accounted for

this moment will bring pause.

My thoughts crumble at the sight of you. Great monuments of solitary rumination dust in the...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 14:05:50 -0400

My thoughts crumble

at the sight of you.

Great monuments of solitary rumination

dust in the wind

when your eyes catch the light

and my heart surfaces for air.

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http://cakejumperblog.wordpress.com/2013/04/11/the-shouting-matches-grownass-man/

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http://cakejumperblog.wordpress.com/2013/04/11/the-shouting-matches-grownass-man/:

Article review written on The Shouting Matches new debut album ‘Grownass Man’, a return to Wisconsin Blues roots for Vernon and co.

conorh: The first Bloomsday: Bloomsday, the ancient celtic...

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 17:34:24 -0400

conorh:

The first Bloomsday: Bloomsday, the ancient celtic fertility festival, has not always been about watching theatre majors strut around in period sportswear, or listening to music majors strum the celtic harp, or (worst of all) enduring English majors as they grab you by the shoulder and tell you how to read Ulysses is to see the face of god. indeed, Bloomsday used to be about lowbrow carousing under the pretense of discussing highbrow literature. Take for example this account of the first Bloomsday:

The day was 16 June, 1954, and though it was only mid-morning, Brian O’Nolan [Flann O’Brien] was already drunk. This day was the fiftieth anniversary of Mr. Leopold Bloom’s wanderings through Dublin, which James Joyce had immortalised in Ulysses .

To mark this occasion a small group of Dublin literati had gathered …just below the Martello tower in which the opening scene of Joyce’s novel is set. They planned to travel round the city through the day, visiting in turn the scenes of the novel, ending at night in what had once been the brothel quarter of the city, the area which Joyce had called Nighttown.

Sadly, no-one expected O’Nolan to be sober…The rest of the party, that first Bloomsday, was made up of the poet Patrick Kavanagh, the young critic Anthony Cronin, a dentist named Tom Joyce, who as Joyce’s cousin represented the family interest, and John Ryan, the painter and businessman who owned and edited the literary magazine Envoy.

Kavanagh and O’Nolan began the day by deciding they must climb up to the Martello tower itself, which stood on a granite shoulder behind the house. As Cronin recalls, Kavanagh hoisted himself up the steep slope above O’Nolan, who snarled in anger and laid hold of his ankle. Kavanagh roared, and lashed out with his foot. Fearful that O’Nolan would be kicked in the face by the poet’s enormous farmer’s boot, the others hastened to rescue and restrain the rivals.

With some difficulty O’Nolan was stuffed into one of the cabs by Cronin and the others. Then they were off, along the seafront of Dublin Bay, and into the city. In pubs along the way an enormous amount of alcohol was consumed, so much so that on Sandymount Strand they had to relieve themselves as Stephen Dedalus does in Ulysses… Eventually they arrived in Duke Street in the city centre, and the Bailey, which John Ryan then ran as a literary pub.

They went no further. Once there another drink seemed more attractive than a long tour of Joycean slums, and the siren call of the long vanished pleasures of Nighttown.

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from: flann o’brien, an illustrated biography by costello and van der kamp (1987)

pictured above on the first bloomsday: john ryan, anthony cronin, brian o’nolan (flann o’brien), patrick kavanagh & tom joyce; (1954). source.

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Sailing stones, sliding rocks, and moving rocks all refer to...

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 12:09:42 -0400

Sailing stones, sliding rocks, and moving rocks all refer to a geological phenomenon where rocks move in long tracks along a smooth valley floor without human or animal intervention. They have been recorded and studied in a number of places around Racetrack Playa, Death Valley, where the number and length of travel grooves are notable. The force behind their movement is not confirmed^[1] and is the subject of research for which several hypotheses^[2] exist.

The stones move only every two or three years and most tracks develop over three or four years. Stones with rough bottoms leave straight striated tracks while those with smooth bottoms wander. Stones sometimes turn over, exposing another edge to the ground and leaving a different track in the stone’s wake.

Trails differ in both direction and length. Rocks that start next to each other may travel parallel for a time, before one abruptly changes direction to the left, right, or even back the direction it came from. Trail length also varies – two similarly sized and shaped rocks may travel uniformly, then one could move ahead or stop in its track.

(via Sailing stone - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia)

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I know places…

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 23:40:00 -0400

I know places…

Going to put together a soundtrack.

Thu, 07 Mar 2013 09:20:00 -0500

Going to put together a soundtrack.

Submarine. Only finding time for it now amongst days of empty...

Tue, 05 Mar 2013 22:38:00 -0500

Submarine. Only finding time for it now amongst days of empty time.

To add to my reading list. Thalatta! Thalatta!

Wed, 27 Feb 2013 13:55:00 -0500

To add to my reading list. Thalatta! Thalatta!