Thursday, November 23, 2017

Emanations 7 is Calling You

Emanations 7

is

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Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Dance Me to the End of Love

Leonard Cohen

Soon, a year will have passed since Leonard Cohen died and took up residence in what he called the "Tower of Song," where he insisted on a room one hundred floors beneath Hank Williams, whom he can hear coughing all night long -- one hundred floors above him, in the Tower of Song.

A good song, that "Tower of Song," but I like this next one even more:

Dance Me to the End of Love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Oh, let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

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Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Simple Syllogism!

Odysseus Blinds Cyclops, Becomes Nobody

Odysseus
"No man is an island."
Odysseus is no man.
Odysseus is an island.

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Monday, November 20, 2017

Impossible Tasks Nr. 1 and Nr. 2

Toothpaste

If you can press toothpaste back into the tube (as shown above), then the next task should be no problem:
"Squeeze the greatest infinite into the smallest void."
There's always just a bit more room to a void . . .

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Sunday, November 19, 2017

Puzzling Proverb


Wise Saying:
"Better late than ever!"
Whatever that means . . .

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Saturday, November 18, 2017

Living Statue: Johan Figueroa-González

Living Statue: Johan Figueroa-González
Washington Square Park, NYC (2016)
Photo by Daniel Albanese, Artist

I read about this street performer in the New York Times, but I've borrowed the photo from the art site of the photographer Daniel Albanese because the NYT doesn't like for me to advertise their photos on my blog unless I pay royalties, but why should I support some impecunious king somewhere?

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Friday, November 17, 2017

This Post is for the Birds!

Pacific Golden Plover
Sun-Ae Hwang

Another of my wife's wonderful birds . . . This one's called a "plover" because it looks as though it's wearing a "pullover." Ha! Ha! Ha! Just kidding! I don't why it's called a "plover."Maybe because "plunder" sounds worse?

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Thursday, November 16, 2017

Squirt at Work

Actions

ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN THESE EIGHT WORDS, TOO?

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Wednesday, November 15, 2017

The Worth of a Picture

They say a picture's worth a thousand words, but what are a thousand words worth, and isn't this picture worth more?

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Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Another Bird of a Hand

Spectacled Guillemot

The hand from which this image sprang is - once again - my wife's hand.

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