Sunday, March 15, 2009

Od' und leer das Meer.

Od' und leer das Meer.
Define Irony?

Soothsayer
Beware the ides of March.

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.


Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
The jungle crouched, humped in silence.
Then spoke the thunder
D A
Datta: what have we given?
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms
D A
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
D A
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands

I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?

London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down

Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon—O swallow swallow
Le Prince d'Aquitaine à la tour abolie
These fragments I have shored against my ruin
Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe.
Datta.
Dayadhvam.
Damyata
.


Kwan-Yin by `Kaotika



Friday, March 13, 2009

Happy Fishnet Friday! Woohoo!

Kuato's favorite day of the week!
Well, OK, I guess it's pretty much everyone's favorite day of the week.


eldawand's fishnet

Edgar's Toilet suggests you Whip it Good this Fishnet Friday!
Voivodess was further appreciated over at the not-yet-defunct 6 Degrees of Casey Serin blog.
BIKINI MACHINES with fishnet

Eli W. Harris Designs for Gama-Go!


More fishnet fun to come!

Does anyone care to know whether the Nuclear Tentacles Cavegirl will wear fishnets?



Holes in the head (sometimes I feel this way at work):
I give up.
Is there somewhere one might nap?

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Life Sucks and then you Die

(or take a shower and get back to work)
bible of tears by ~shamanski

Tony Immoos via Wagga

So why bother hurting the innocents?


"Sleepyhead" by Passion Pit from Barker Gerard on Vimeo.
via i guess i'm floating...
There were few songs from last year that I could listen to over and over again without getting tired of their sound, fortunately for the joints in my body that like to dance, "Sleepyhead" was one of those tracks. So, naturally, when I received a message this past afternoon about a new video for Passion Pit's smash song I thought, "Hm, nothing new to see here."

Turns out I was surprisingly mistaken! This original video is quite enjoyable - the type of visual stimulus that enhances the song, almost giving it texture. It combines solid editing with that universal urge to dance "Sleepyhead" induces and applies it across cultures and time-spans. Not to mention that dicey synth breakdown flashes images of colorful spinning, an amusing watch for a sleepy Saturday evening.

Friday, March 6, 2009

Happy Fishnet Friday!


Marta Lamovšek

Question of several tears by ~Nathalee

Craig Shields

green tears by ~blueashtray

More updates later today!

NSFW Fishnet Friday Party over at Nuclear Tentacles! Woohoo!



THEY DONT CALL THEM LOVERS IN HIGH SCHOOL, LEELAND

La Princesse Endormie



Hey don't tell me Heaven doesn't exist unless you can prove your own existence among the coordinates

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Put me in my Cage under the Lamp-stand

Dive 2 by *insanellamagirl via Violet Voice

The bird caught his fancy so much that he resolved to buy it. The lala remonstrated, reminding the youth that they had a more weighty affair on hand. The Prince, however, refused to listen, and finally purchased the bird for a thousand piasters, took it to his lodging, and hung up the cage in his room. Once when the Prince was alone and wondering by what means he could make the Princess speak, some what saddened by the gloomy reflection that failure meant death, he was startled to hear the nightingale thus address him: "Why so gloomy, my prince? What troubles you?" The Prince trembled, not being sure whether it was the bird or a spirit that spoke to him. Growing calmer, he thought that perhaps it was the manifestation of Allah's grace, and accordingly told the nightingale the story of his love for the Silent Princess, and that he was at his wits' end to think how he should get into her presence. The bird replied: "There is nothing to worry about. It is as easy as can be. Go this evening to the serai, and take me with you. The Sultana wears seven veils; no one has ever seen her face, and she sees no one. Put me in my cage under the lamp-stand, and ask the Sultana how she is. She will vouchsafe no answer, however. Then say that as she will not condescend to speak you will converse with the lamp-stand. So begin to speak, and I will reply."

Crow by ~ZWIR