Lauren Bacall, 1945
Lauren Bacall, 1945
"Often my thought works in silence
As smoothly as a greased machine moves without a sound
I feel good when it so moves and I immobilize
So as not to break the equilibrium that allows this to occur in me
I foresee that it is in these moments that my thought is clear
But I do not hear it and it works stealthily and in silence
Like a greased machine driven by a belt
And I can hear nothing but the serene sliding of the parts at work
Sometimes I recall that all other persons must feel the way I do
But they say it gives them a headache or causes dizziness
This recollection came to me as could any other
As for example the recollection that people do not feel the sliding
And they do not think what they do not feel"
Wallace Stevens' The Necessary Angel is necessary reading for anyone who would call themselves a poet. Here it is in its entirety.
I still haven't forgiven you for removing the photoblogging feature, thereby ensuring the alienation of many of your most active stumblers, myself included. Had we the photoblog feature still-- I would have no reason to desire that you eat a bag of these.
Yours not in the slightest,
Great information on brewing green tea! For example, if you put boiling water in a cup, the temperature drops to around 180F. If you then place this water in another cup, the temperature drops to around 160F-- perfect for making green tea!
Great graphic. I"ll just go ahead and post that to my... :(
"Strong contributors to network persistence are the most vulnerable to extinction"
There's a Stumbleupon contributor metaphor in here. Somewhere.
Remain in nebulous
in the multisense of a sweet nonbeing.
"A fresco of sadness"
First forgive the silence
That answers prayer,
Then forgive the prayer
That stains the silence.
Excuse the absence
That feels like presence,
Then excuse the feeling
That insists on presence.
Pardon the delay
Then ask pardon for revealing
For being only a word,
Then ask God to forgive
The betrayal of language."