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Inconsistent Constant

In Uncategorized on February 3, 2017 at 11:09 AM

Captured: now both in mirrors & the “selfie”, infinitely or inconstant?

Source: Inconsistent Constant

Rooms

In Uncategorized on October 13, 2013 at 12:51 AM

Rooms

Etched silent
Marked mute mechanical missing
Crevices weaved into broken rock
Rippling across meaning cuts skin cat-o-nine-tales
In the room, each Room, after Room, so many cracks
No one notices. Never will. Never mark. Never know. One.
Lone stranger one night.

The Mysterious Message From 1636: Lost and Found

In Uncategorized on June 30, 2012 at 1:10 PM

Honestly, I need help from the brilliant classics scholars and antiquarian bibliophiles here on the internet. I admit I am stumped. Utterly incapable of trying to decipher the calligraphy and language on this little item….

I found it in a giant bin of other ephemera at a flea market.

Is it really from 1636?

And what was it written on? (Yikes, I hope it’s NOT human skin!)

Most of all, what does it say?

After studying it until my eyes rolled back into my head, I realized I’m out of my depth and must appeal to the great brains and learned scholars here for help.

Here is the first side:

Smaller Image of Side One

This is provided for readers perusing this post.

Both of these files are very large, and may appear strangely on the blog post. But I realized that without first scanning the item, I was at a disadvantage, hence, I’ve uploaded the full scans here.

By clicking on them individually, you’ll be able to see the full image, zoom in and out, etc… It helps tremendously to allow the perspective to focus on details you otherwise would not see clearly, especially considering the calligraphy.

Click the link below to see the full article:

For the reader for whom I have peaked interest, I advise clicking the image below, to see the full scale.

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Twitpic of the Day (via The Daily What)

In Uncategorized on May 21, 2011 at 10:34 PM

This is just too, too cool! Happy Gidgie!! (Thank you @_Monocle_ for letting me know!)

Twitpic of the Day Twitpic of the Day: Legendary comic book artist Frank Miller's partner Kimberly Cox writes: "I went to check on Frank and he was happily inking at his drawing table around 5:45… I came back after 6 PM and I don’t understand? Why?" This. Is. RAPTURE! [gidgetwidget.] … Read More

via The Daily What

Witness To His Shame

In 21st Century Culture, NEW!, poetry, Uncategorized on February 10, 2011 at 12:15 AM

Do you remember me in white robes?

maudlin, mercurial, unkept

wrapped in Fantasy

reflected in moonlight

filled in by your regret

Are you ashamed of me now?

stained white hotel sheets

with unspeakable things

and my underweight frame

buried somewhere beneath

is it

in this

we become

another secret ………. more dangerous  ?

IS THAT HOW YOU WILL CHOOSE TO REMEMBER     ME?

a drunken late night currant

of Rioja Red, Montelpucciano

flowing into mischievous malfeasance

spilled over and running       ruining

the last copy of our          manuscript

THEN I AM ASHAMED I GAVE YOU THOSE MOMENTS

a gift so pure

from inside me

passing an obsequious and fierce youth

as wild as the heat of battle

wide-eyed …. feral …. struggling

rough hands gripped and pressed down my wrists

you liked it when I fought back

HOW COULD I HELP

the veracity outside our window

the warmth that came

then a shelter built from whispers

HOW CAN YOU BE ASHAMED

what do you remember me as….

or has the ink bled too much on the page

have you bleached

all color

with your guilt

my fingers flip thru blank white pages    empty   as if I dreamt it

lovely longing and letters

words at play with words

rekindling fire by phrases

SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE

A PLACE LONG FORGOTTEN

PERHAPS THOUGHT DEAD

NONETHELESS DORMANT

THAT WARMTH BREATHED LIFE INTO

WHAT GAVE LIFE TO THOSE MOMENTS

you and I are their only witness

how can you be ashamed for this?

In our shadows we are the shades of our passing selves

in the empty room where the white robes come and go

like the white sheets in endless

supply

The lights are going down

as two ghosts move about

with the creaks and echos

wondering what to do

FORGOTTEN MEMORIES

They are left behind and kept away trapped in that

Time and Space

They never thought it would turn out this way

Or that they were ever ghosts to begin with

Or anything was wrong in the first place.

© KHC, 2005

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