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A Firefly Swarm, 1 Bean Tree, 1 Bubble Tree, 1 Egg Plant, 1 Gas Plant, 2 Fruit Trees, 1 Spice Plant, and 30 Herb Garden plots.
Neighbors
Notes
section 3
"I have a bead on your beezer, Roscoe.
Now chuck any packed heat over the rail
pronto and keep your yap zipped." Oh,
how we relish the cheesy noir patois
of the 1940s! - slangy rat-a-tat tirades
slung gung-ho by brassy faro girls
and grifters on the lam: "Take a powder,
oyster-ass!" "Go fuck a duck!"
But quiet is also desirable,
and its sources seduce us equally. Presumably,
the backhills taverns of fourteenth-century China are full
of bawdy ruckus; even so, this fisherman
in Wu Chen's painted album leaf is idly paddling
away from an inkily detailed shore, and toward a space
so blank, so mesmerizingly NOT done - not cloud,
not river, not the faintest wash of any sign
of "world" - that it's both nullity
and embryonic promise at the same time. Not
that the fisherman is on some academic-philosophical quest.
Still, he's paddling, a little drunk,
into the birth and the end of the cosmos.
Now chuck any packed heat over the rail
pronto and keep your yap zipped." Oh,
how we relish the cheesy noir patois
of the 1940s! - slangy rat-a-tat tirades
slung gung-ho by brassy faro girls
and grifters on the lam: "Take a powder,
oyster-ass!" "Go fuck a duck!"
But quiet is also desirable,
and its sources seduce us equally. Presumably,
the backhills taverns of fourteenth-century China are full
of bawdy ruckus; even so, this fisherman
in Wu Chen's painted album leaf is idly paddling
away from an inkily detailed shore, and toward a space
so blank, so mesmerizingly NOT done - not cloud,
not river, not the faintest wash of any sign
of "world" - that it's both nullity
and embryonic promise at the same time. Not
that the fisherman is on some academic-philosophical quest.
Still, he's paddling, a little drunk,
into the birth and the end of the cosmos.
section 4
Halfway to L.A. they stopped the car
on a service road, and let their silence
hammer at them with its message. Seven hundred
miles to go; but for them,
for the marriage, this was the end of the road.
Off in the distance, insect-whirr was louder
than THEY'D been in hours. I said earlier
our vision of Existence bears an "Anthropocentric / taint,"
but of course it's the opposite: WE reenact the UNIVERSE.
"A cosmic ray that travels
at the speed of light ten thousand million years still won't
encounter enough solid matter to cover a two-shilling piece."
That emptiness had come to them, now. Its redshift
and its entropy. And each of them remembered,
for a moment, seven years before: they'd parked the car
at an overlook, where moonlight made a silver,
slithering skin of ocean-ebb below. When the physical pleasure part was done, was drying from their bodies
in the cool night breeze, a peacefulness descended;
and they sat there like that, contented, for hours,
neither of them speaking a word.
on a service road, and let their silence
hammer at them with its message. Seven hundred
miles to go; but for them,
for the marriage, this was the end of the road.
Off in the distance, insect-whirr was louder
than THEY'D been in hours. I said earlier
our vision of Existence bears an "Anthropocentric / taint,"
but of course it's the opposite: WE reenact the UNIVERSE.
"A cosmic ray that travels
at the speed of light ten thousand million years still won't
encounter enough solid matter to cover a two-shilling piece."
That emptiness had come to them, now. Its redshift
and its entropy. And each of them remembered,
for a moment, seven years before: they'd parked the car
at an overlook, where moonlight made a silver,
slithering skin of ocean-ebb below. When the physical pleasure part was done, was drying from their bodies
in the cool night breeze, a peacefulness descended;
and they sat there like that, contented, for hours,
neither of them speaking a word.
Merry Glitchmas Bag Contest Entry ...
... in a bag!
Yep. This bag contains a series of notes comprising Albert Goldbarth's sectional poem "The Cosmology of Empty."
The first is his preface to the poem, a quote attributed to Henry Petroski, and the following notes comprise sections of the poem itself. When read in sequence, I find the work's conceit dizzyingly lovely. I hope you will, too.
For more far-out, labrynthine, and deeply (sometimes bitter-) sweet mind candy, check out Albert Goldbarth's compilation "Combinations of The Universe."
- Peace!
Kipple
Yep. This bag contains a series of notes comprising Albert Goldbarth's sectional poem "The Cosmology of Empty."
The first is his preface to the poem, a quote attributed to Henry Petroski, and the following notes comprise sections of the poem itself. When read in sequence, I find the work's conceit dizzyingly lovely. I hope you will, too.
For more far-out, labrynthine, and deeply (sometimes bitter-) sweet mind candy, check out Albert Goldbarth's compilation "Combinations of The Universe."
- Peace!
Kipple
A note!
this was entirely empty when I came by, i planted some to fill in the gaps
History behind Strawberry seed
EgIantine left you 1 Spoiled Strawberry Seed and told me to tell you: WOW, thank you for the building permit! I'm adding you tothe list of museum benefactors! Love your tower too <3 (7:00 pm, 71st of Fever, year 23).
Awesome stews will be refilled soon
Leave your name with the butler please and I will let you know asap
Herb Route Diaries
Day 89:
Something is happening. My skin is changing color. It's becoming a very lovely shade of purple. That's not all though...I feel myself changing. The haze told me this is normal. That I am not changing...just becoming. I worry, but he tells me it's all right. Everything will be fine.
It's time.
Something is happening. My skin is changing color. It's becoming a very lovely shade of purple. That's not all though...I feel myself changing. The haze told me this is normal. That I am not changing...just becoming. I worry, but he tells me it's all right. Everything will be fine.
It's time.
Dear Val,
Dropped off stuff from your collectors.
Miss you dreadfully and I hope you're ok.
HUGS!
Miss you dreadfully and I hope you're ok.
HUGS!
A note!
Bought an awesome stew. Nice price :D
For Valandra
^_^
A joke!
Two fish are in a tank. One turns to the other and says: "You man the guns while I drive."
A VERY FUNNY JOKE
Q: WHERE DOES THE KING KEEP HIS ARMIES?
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A: IN HIS SLEEVIES.
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A: IN HIS SLEEVIES.
BEANS