Art and Form

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❝ A lovely young girl lies on a bed in the dark listening to a fairy tale,” I said. “But she’s naked and the storyteller’s hands are all over her. ❞
- The Last Werewolf, Glen Duncan.

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God Loves His Grandchildren by Mark Harless

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❝ The eaves of water - fringe and steady lash
Of summer downpour: You are seeped in luck.
I hear them say, Seeped, seeped, seeped in luck.
And hear the flood too, gathering from under,
Biding and boding like a masterwork
Or a named name that overbrims itself. ❞
- Seamus Heaney, “The Sound of Rain” in Seeing Things

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White Northern Lights in Finland

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Alexey Titarenko, City of Shadows, (1992-1994)Inspiration lies everywhere. In fact, it can even be found in the darkest of times. For Alexey Titarenko, that time came when the Soviet Union collapsed. “In the winter of 1991-1992, one cold and gloomy day, I strolled sadly down a street which used to be packed with people, which used to be full of joyful vibrancy and dynamism,” shares Titarenko. “I saw people on the verge of insanity, in confusion: They looked like shadows, undernourished and worn out.” While waiting outside a subway station, Titarenko noticed how a crowd of people evolved in front of his very eyes. With the belief that he could make time stand still by changing the camera’s shutter speed, he created this interesting set of photos. He called the series City of Shadows.

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❝ Some words were like that. Whole lives attached to them. Ghosts and lives and ecstasy and sorrow. ❞
- Paullina Simons, The Bronze Horseman

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"The Great Illusion", Lara Stone by Paolo Roversi for Vogue Italia May 2010

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❝ London goes beyond any boundary or convention. It contains every wish or word ever spoken, every action or gesture ever made, every harsh or noble statement ever expressed. It is illimitable. It is Infinite London. ❞
- Peter Ackroyd, London, The Biography

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lucifer speaks in his own voice

sure as i am
of the seraphim
folding wing
so am i certain of a
graceful bed
and a soft caress
along my long belly
at endtime it was
to be
i who was called son
if only of the morning
saw that some must walk or all will crawl
so slithered into earth
and seized the serpent in
the animals i became
the lord of snake for
adam and for eve
i the only lucifer
light-bringer
created out of fire
illuminate i could
and so
illuminate i did

— Lucille Clifton

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"Everything can be read, every surface and silence, every breath and every vacancy, every eddy and current, every body and its absence, every darkness every light, each cloud and knife, each finger and tree, every backwater, every crevice and hollow, each nostril, tendril and crescent, every whisper, every whimper, each laugh and every blue feather, each stone, each nipple, every thread every color, each woman and her lover, every man and his mother, every river, each of the twelve blue oceans and the moon, every forlorn link, every hope and every ending, each coincidence, the distant call of a loon, light through the high branches of blue pines, the sigh of rain, every estuary, each gesture at parting, every kiss, each wasp’s wing, every foghorn and railway whistle, every shadow, every gasp, each glowing silver screen, every web, the smear of starlight, a fingertip, rose whorl, armpit, pearl, every delight and misgiving, every unadorned wish, every daughter, every death, each woven thing, each machine, every ever after."

— Michael Joyce, Twelve Blue

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❝ All the gods, all the heavens, all the hells, are within you. ❞
- Joseph Campbell

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Pills
Lines
The Empty Bottle
Remove
Come On Get High
Thought Conditioning
The Feeling Of Losing Everything
Blood In Numbers
To The End
Pictures
Lunar Bender

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❝Where is the horse? Where the young warrior? Where now the gift-giver?
Where are the feast-seats? Where all the hall-joys?
Alas for the bright cup! Alas byrnied warrior!
Alas the lord’s glory! How this time hastens,
grows dark under night-helm, as it were not!Stands now behind the dear warband
a wondrous high wall, varied with snake-shapes,
warriors forsaken by might of the ash-spears,
corpse-hungry weapons—famous that fate—
and this stone-cliff storms dash on;
snowstorm, attacking, binds all the ground,
tumult of winter, when the dark one comes,
night-shadow blackens, sends from the north
rough hailstorm in anger toward men.All is the earth-realm laden with hardship,
fate of creation turns world under heaven.
Here goldhoard passes, here friendship passes,
here mankind passes, here kinsman passes:
all does this earth-frame turn worthless!So said the one wise in mind, at secret conclaves sat him
apart.
Good, he who keeps faith, nor too quickly his grief
from his breast makes known, except he, noble, knows how beforehand to do cure with courage.❞- The Wanderer (translated from the Old English)

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"In Your Honor"
Can you hear me
Hear me screamin'
Breaking in the muted skies
This thunder heart
Like bombs beating
Echoing a thousand miles
Mine is yours and yours is mine
There is no divide
In your honor
I would die tonight
Mine is yours and yours is mine
I will sacrifice
In your honor
I would die tonight
For you to feel alive
Can you feel me
Feel me breathing
One last breathe before I close my eyes
This suffering
For receiving
Deliver me into the other side
For you to feel alive
For you to feel alive
For you to feel alive
AHH

by The Foo Fighter

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"All My Life"-Foo Fighters

All my life I've been searching for something
Something never comes never leads to nothing
Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around then it's taken away
Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most
Feel it come to life when I see your ghost
Come down don't you resist
You have such a delicate wrist
And if I give it a twist
Something to hold when I lose my grip
Will I find something in there
To give me just what I need?
Another reason to bleed
One by one hidden up my sleeve
One by one hidden up my sleeve
Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down [2x]
Will I find a believer
Another one who believes
Another one to deceive
Over and over down on my knees
If I get any closer
And if you open up wide
And if you let me inside
On and on I've got nothing to hide
On and on I've got nothing to hide
Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down [2x]
All my life I've been searching for something
Something never comes never leads to nothing
Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around, when it's taken away
Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most
Feel it come to life when I see your ghost
And I'm done, done and I'm on to the next one [8x]
[Yelling:]
Done, done, on to the next one
Done I'm done and I'm on to the next one [2x]
Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down [2x]
[Yelling]
Done, done and on to the next one
Done, I'm done, and I'm
On to the next.

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~Everything expands from the nothingness where it was created. Literary research, and all included is like a needle extraction, reaching into this place, injecting your solution while extracting the result.~

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❝We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.

I wish for all this to be marked on by body when I am dead. I believe in such cartography - to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience.❞
- Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient

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serloco wrote:❝We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.

I wish for all this to be marked on by body when I am dead. I believe in such cartography - to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience.❞
- Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient
Etymology of Michael Ondaatje, 

Noun=small[edit]onda f (plural ondas)

wave (moving disturbance in a liquid)
(physics) wave (moving disturbance in the energy level of a field)
undulation (a wavy appearance or outline)
wave (sudden unusually large amount of something that is temporarily experienced)

Doctoring Engish? The English Patient?

What is the science and medicial definition of Atje?

a·pi·calˈāpikəl,ˈap-/adjective[color=#878787 !important]technical[/color] 

of, relating to, or denoting an apex.

PHONETICS(of a consonant) formed with the tip of the tongue.


ep·i·the·li·umˌepəˈTHēlēəm/nounANATOMY 

the thin tissue forming the outer layer of a body's surface and lining the alimentary canal and other hollow structures.

the part of the epithelium derived from embryonic ectoderm and endoderm, as distinct from endothelium and mesothelium.


 al·i·men·ta·ryˌaləˈment(ə)rē/adjective 

of or relating to nourishment or sustenance.

 

That is all for now..

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onda - familiar : wavelength, understanding

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Michael means "Who is like God?"