Thursday, March 28, 2013

Sunday, March 24, 2013


I will not grow out of myself
I will remain as I am and come to you

In your voice there is grace and aptitude
But the droves of games puzzle me

I stop my words. Ah hard loud full stops.
Forgive me.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Bridge – xkcd


Circumference Formula – xkcd

Circumference Formula

Bonding – xkcd


A Jelly-Fish by Marianne Moore

Visible, invisible,
   a fluctuating charm
an amber-tinctured amethyst
   inhabits it, your arm
approaches and it opens
   and it closes; you had meant
to catch it and it quivers;
   you abandon your intent.

Poetry by Marianne Moore

I, too, dislike it.
   Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in

   it, after all, a place for the genuine. 

Anecdote of the Prince of Peacocks by Wallace Stevens (1923)

In the moonlight
I met Berserk,
In the moonlight
On the bushy plain.
Oh, sharp he was
As the sleepless!

And, "Why are you red
In this milky blue?"
I said.
"Why sun-colored,
As if awake
In the midst of sleep?"

"You that wander,"
So he said,
"On the bushy plain,
Forget so soon.
But I set my traps
In the midst of dreams."

I knew from this
That the blue ground
Was full of blocks
And blocking steel.
I knew the dread
Of the bushy plain,
And the beauty
Of the moonlight
Falling there,
As sleep falls
In the innocent air.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013