A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim
|by Walt Whitman(1819-1992)|
A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim,
The Poetry of War
When it comes to proving points and making cases, fiction’s day is done
The Failed Prophecy of Kurt Vonnegut (and How It Saved My Life)
Mexicans, despite their reputation in for ultrapoliteness and formality, curse like sailors, a recent survey found. They use profanity when speaking with their friends, with their co-workers, with their spouses and even with their bosses and parents. On , the thing to shout above all else is “Viva Mexico, Cabrones!” a patriotic exhortation directed at either bastards or buddies, depending on the tone employed.
Orhan Pamuk’s real-life Museum of Innocence.
Beat/hippie poet Lenore Kandel has died at the age of 77 - an appreciation of her work and a sample of her work
Imagine the technology of today with the aesthetic of Victorian science. From redesigned practical items to fantastical contraptions, this exhibition, curated by Art Donovan, showcases the work of eighteen Steampunk artists from across the globe.
Expect ’steam-powered’ computer mice, clockwork hearts, brass goggles and the latest state-of-the-Steampunk-art eye-pod (more...)
Everything I have I carry with me.
Or: everything that's mine I carry on me.
I carried everything I had. It wasn't actually mine. It was either intended for a different purpose or somebody else's. The pigskin suitcase was a gramophone box. The jacket was from my father. The town coat with the velvet neckband from my grandfather. The breeches from my Uncle Edwin. The leather puttees from our neighbor, Herr Carp. The green gloves from my Auntie Fini. Only the claret silk scarf and the toilet bag were mine, gifts from recent Christmases....
Herta Müller On Packing
State of Siege
Wherever to go and whatever from
be said for certain: because it's Sunday
and three cars in front of the house
hour after hour
Marx Engels Lenin Stalin in the back seat
ad usum delphini
They've come straight from Utopia
smoking and reading the paper and
waiting for objections
coming from my poor and hesitant words
newly hatched migrants
heading to a place where "talk of trees"
does not involve silence
where no one's going to
shut you up...