Sunday, 25 March 2012
Sunday, 11 March 2012
The Lady and the Unicorn
This tapestry hangs in the Cluny museum in Paris, France. It is a six part series, and each piece is a slight variation of this scene except for the last, which reads "À mon seul désir".
Friday, 9 March 2012
a thing with no fingers
The belly swells like a mind occupied.
Eyes bloom like ideas.
Hearts tremble like hot kernels on the brink of epiphany.
So strong is the touch of a thing with no fingers!
Eyes bloom like ideas.
Hearts tremble like hot kernels on the brink of epiphany.
So strong is the touch of a thing with no fingers!
Thursday, 8 March 2012
'A Universe From Nothing' by Lawrence Krauss
Supernova as standard candles, most energy is in empty space, 10,000 galaxies in a dime, ancient universe is opaque (cosmic microwave background radiation), geometry of universe is flat, experimenting for dark matter, weighing the universe with general relativity and CMB triangulation. Pardon the religion bashing.
Sonnet XXVII
Weary with toil, I haste
me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.
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