My little brother builds ‘a poem’ in the form of a rainmaker, a gigantic instrument built from a Hills Hoist clothesline that summons rain. Above us, the sky grows purple and nebulous like a bruise, like a hole in the universe; he strums a note, and silver-grey clouds gather and pulse on the horizon as torrential rain races towards us. We seek shelter in my old Volvo.
We are driving through a point at which the furthest edge of the universe intersects with the deepest parts of the ocean. Pastel pink and seafoam green galaxies spiral into colossal sentient sea anemones and back again. It feels as though we are finally safe.
11:30 am • 30 July 2014 • 6 notes • View comments
DON’T TRY THIS AT HOME
"Electricity flashes from the thimble-topped fingers of traveling “preacher-scientist” George Speake. From the 1940s into the ’60s, he was one in a series of men affiliated with Chicago’s Moody Bible Institute who demonstrated religious faith by demonstrating scientific principles. To create the lightning effect, Speake would stand atop an electric transformer coil. The room would darken. Then, at his command, a brief high-frequency current would travel over his skin, up from his feet and out of his fingertips. According to notes accompanying the image, Speake suffered no injury because “the high-frequency juice…is too fast to be felt.” Another reason he stayed safe was his extreme care in setting up the trick: The photo’s notes also warn that the practice was “for spectacle purposes only.”"
—Margaret G. Zackowitz (via National Geographic, July 2010)
Photograph: Moody Bible Institute, National Geographic Stock
9:54 pm • 21 July 2014 • 18 notes • View comments
CXXIII: a thready pulse
- ”.. I know my place. And it’s nowhere near Parnassus. Time was I tried my hand but the girl died and after her no verses come, bidden or unbidden.’ He wiped his eye with a crimson handkerchief’
- ’.. I lay on my back like a defunct pharisee. Separated thus I was again at ease’
- 'She was so pale and unpronounced that she seemed to lack a dimension..' (J. Banville, Athena)
- 'In these sleepless nights I go over her inch by inch, mapping her contours, surveyour of all I no longer possess.'
- the portals to the Chapel Perilous
- photograph: ‘The once glossy surface, cross-hatched with a fine craquelure, had the flaky, filmed-over texture of a dead fishs’ eye.’
- ’.. she ground her hips against mine in a perfunctory simulacrum of passion..’
- in the gloom of that Piranesian vault
- 'I like pubs in the morningtime, with that stale, jaded, faintly shamefaced air they have, as if as if a night-long debauch had just stumbled exhaustedly to an end. This was one of those brand-new antique places with fake wood and polished brass and a great many very clean and curiously blind looking mirrors.'
- 'Do not expect again a phoenix hour.' (C. Day Lewis)
- preserving / The nerve for action..’ (You That Love England, C. Day Lewis)
- on a pianist frantically attacking a concerto, G.B. Shaw said he may as well have been addressing postcards
- a thready pulse
- spotting someone presumed lost in a recent photograph (plot)
- the prose version of your mind
- politics - systematic organisation of hatreds (Henry Adams)
- 'O Person from Porlock come quickly / And bring my thoughts to an end' - re: Coleridge's interruption during conception of Kubla Khan, Thoughts About the Person from Porlock (S. Smith)
- precedent of pain
- singing bowls summon to prayer (Japan)
- If your parents divorced, would they still be brother + sister?
- I only paint toenails
- 'In tender parody breathing at his side' - Imperial Adam (A.D. Hope)
- Pygmalion - King of Crete fell in love with a beautiful statue of a woman (made by him?) and prayed to Aphrodite to send him a wife resembling this statue upon which Aphrodite gave statue life. Woman can be named Galatea - one way or another creation of man who loves her.
- quietism - passive attitude towards life with devotional contemplation + abandonment of will (as form of religious mysticism)
- a quiversful
- 'Quicksilver noon in the window behind her' (J. Banville, Athena)
- 'Like a blob of quicksilver on a tilting board' (Sheepdog Trials In Hyde Park, C. Day Lewis)
- 'For the poet is dead / The pen, splintered on the sheer / Excesses of vision..' - The Poet Is Dead (W. Everson)
- 'Always / Pain moved where she moved. She walked ahead; it came.. She hid; it found her.' - Bess (William Stafford)
- ’.. just as children imagine a prayer / Is merely silence’ - The Painter (John Ashberry)
- 'an assertive purity' (M. Atwood)
- to quote other paintings
- ’.. I follow the river that disappears under a chaos of boulders..’
- fraught quietness
- 'Thou still unravished bride of quietness, / Thou foster-child of silence and slow time' (Ode On A Grecian Urn, J. Keats)
- ’.. attended to the destinies of the quick.’ (Pnin, V. Nabokov)
(via my uncle)
9:45 pm • 21 July 2014 • 9 notes • View comments
CXXII: ‘… a desert in his imagination which he might call peace’
- 'Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay?' - Mandalay (R. Kipling)
- 'To evoke posterity / Is to weep on your own grave, / Ventriloquizing for the unborn' - To Evoke Posterity (R. Graves)
- Peter Pan - based on Peter Llewelyn Davies who threw himself in front of a train at Sloane Square Station in April, 1960 after leaving Royal Court Hotel ; made by J. M. Barrie’s rubbing the five Davies boys violently together ; ‘le petit garçon qui ne voulait pas grandir’
- piano in Rolls Royce = author, painter, composer Gerald Tyrwhitt Wilson, 14th Baron Berners (1883-1950)
- 'Am reading Proust. He is mentally defective.' (E. Waugh)
- 'His voice, synchronized to the shadow of a pinhead' (H. Miller, Tropic Of Cancer)
- ’.. a string of fat pearls around his neck which he cashed one by one as time wore on’
- ’.. a poem written with flesh and stronger than steel’ (H. Miller, Tropic Of Cancer)
- potatoes french-fried in chicken fat served on newspaper
- Parsifal - the pure fool
- Pagonini - Perpetuela, if played in three minutes means twelve notes per second
- priest = sky pilot
- 'He offered the world a front of pompousity mitigated by indiscretion, that was as hard, bright, and antiquated as a cuirass' (Ordeal Of Gilbert Penfold, E. Waugh)
- empurpled-of face
- 'Then prayerless he got himself to bed'
- panelled in fumed oak
- 'He had made a desert in his imagination which he might call peace'
- ’.. a play must first shock, then seduce, then attack. And at the end become so repulsively, so intricately beautiful that our animal natures are as exulted as our judgements’ (R. Chapman, Kristoferus)
- strips cut from the thickest part of pigs’ bladders used to tie things up
- plague protection: ‘linen bandage soaked in oil of rosemary and Dutch gin wound three times around his mouth and nose’
- plumbage pencils
(via my uncle)
7:49 pm • 21 July 2014 • 2 notes • View comments
CXXI: ‘Split the straight line of pessimism / Into two infinities’
- powerfully pregnant
- purpose of life merely to use up hours as painlessly as possible?
- 'And each particular hair to stand on end / Like quills upon the fretful porpentine' (Hamlet)
- 'Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper / Sprinkle cool patience..'
- spending money like he had the patent on the wheel
- enemies of promise
- pop artists - confectioners of engaging period work
- acutely polite
- 'Immature poets imitate, mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different' (T. S. Eliot)
- ’.. something which was scarcely problem of scarcely thought any more, but more like a sort of growth in my mind’ (Black Prince, I. Murdoch)
- ’.. suffer purely. Banish remorse, banish resentment and the screaming contortions of degrading jealousy. Give yourself over to immaculate pain.’
- the pub’s pet reptile (no stirring, breathing, conversation) (M. Amis)
- ’.. the pants contained a good deal: the high, trembling rump, the frontal tussock with its own curious pendency, like a plum in a handkerchief waiting to be shined and shared’ (Money, M. Amis)
- 'London is full of short stories walking round hand in hand. In the shuffle of the street you see the countless off pairings, all colours, all ages, all sexes, queens and knaves, jacks and tens, in clubs and diamonds, swords and coins, walking round hand in hand.'
- 'The pee itself was pale and blameless, not the incensed ruby or arterial black that I had feared.'
- ’.. we don’t really go that far into other people, even when we think we do. We hardly ever go in and bring them out. We just stand at the jaws of the cave, and strike a match, and quickly ask if anybody’s there.’
- poem never finished, only abandoned (Auden)
- neither menacingly pretty nor contemptibly plain (J. Barnes)
- Phaedia - cursed by Aphrodite to fall in love with her stepson leading to the couple’s death
- 'Deflected rivers, slew whole armies, / And hammered judgements for posterity' (R. Graves)
- 'Split the straight line of pessimism / Into two infinities' (A. Tate)
(via my uncle)
10:28 pm • 20 July 2014 • 8 notes • View comments
Amalgam Comics. Mirror Master + Mysterio. Essentially just Mirror Master with a fishbowl for a head, and those two weird eyeball things on the collar. Plus those fancy-pants gauntlets that Mysterio has.
1:37 pm • 16 July 2014 • 2 notes • View comments
I am in New York City, trying to climb over a chain-link fence while a lion, a tiger and a bear devour my feet. I am not afraid or in pain, I’m not even trying to get away - I just happen to want to be on the other side of the fence.
1:13 pm • 15 July 2014 • 4 notes • View comments