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Isu joined StumbleUpon on Aug 15, 2006
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Isu discovered 24 months ago- http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/4796909.stm A report from the World Wide Fund for Nature (WWF) warns that rich countries face increasing water shortages.
- CaeganP rated 5 weeks ago
- This stumbler's page I'm bookmarking because she's providing an education in poetry here. Wow! This is real kindness and sharing. Thank you, Izu, from West Marin!
- parkari rated 6 weeks ago
- A very powerful image. Great site. Thank you,Isu. Without an understanding of myth or religion, without an understanding of the relationship between destruction and creation, death and rebirth, the individual suffers the mysteries of life as meaningless mayhem alone. Marion Woodman
- WilliamStafford9 rated 7 weeks ago
- Great selection of images to accompany poems often featured at The Writer's Almanac.
- mjay88 rated 8 weeks ago
- Lovely photos and poetry.
- Tina2 rated 2 months ago
- Lovely blog.
- Mariaglenn rated 3 months ago
- Isu, your blog is a place of beauty and contemplation. To be savored bit by bit in solitude, and peace! Thank you! Summer Morning I love to stay in bed All morning, Covers thrown off, naked, Eyes closed, listening. Outside they are opening Their primers In the little school Of the corn field. There's a smell of damp hay, Of horses, laziness, Summer sky and eternal life. I know all the dark places Where the sun hasn't reached yet, Where the last cricket Has just hushed; anthills Where it sounds like it's raining; Slumbering spiders spinning wedding dresses. I pass over the farmhouses Where the little mouths open to suck, Barnyards where a man, naked to the waist, Washes his face and shoulders with a hose, Where the dishes begin to rattle in the kitchen. The good tree with its voice Of a mountain stream Knows my steps. It, too, hushes. I stop and listen: Somewhere close by A stone cracks a knuckle, Another rolls over in its sleep. I hear a butterfly stirring Inside a caterpillar, I hear the dust talking Of last night's storm. Further ahead, someone Even more silent Passes over the grass Without bending it. And all of a sudden! In the midst of that quiet, It seems possible To live simply on this earth.
- RainCrow rated 3 months ago
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10.000 maniacs
Candy Everybody Wants
(Drew/Merchant)
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Hey, hey, give 'em what they want. If lust and hate is the candy, if blood and love tastes so sweet, then we give 'em what they want. Hey, hey, give 'em what they want. So their eyes are growing hazy cause they wanna turn it on, so their minds are soft and lazy. Hey, hey, give 'em what they want. If lust and hate is the candy, if blood and love tastes so sweet, then we give 'em what they want. So their eyes are growing hazy cause they wanna turn it on, so their minds are soft and lazy. Who, who, who do you wanna blame? Hey, hey, give 'em what they want. If lust and hate is the candy, if blood and love tastes so sweet, then we give 'em what they want. So their eyes are growing hazy cause they wanna turn it on, so their minds are soft and lazy. Who, who, who do you wanna blame?
- Mariposamimi rated 3 months ago
- Words, phrases, images. Wonderful blog!
- elliebalu rated 3 months ago
- A very nice find on isu's blog. Thank you!
- De-novo rated 3 months ago
- A hauntingly lovely blog. I found this gem there: "You made crusty bread rolls... " by Gary Johnson You made crusty bread rolls... You made crusty bread rolls filled with chunks of brie And minced garlic and drizzled with olive oil And baked them until the brie was bubbly And we ate them thoughtfully, our legs coiled Together under the table And then salmon with dill And lemon and whole-wheat cous cous Baked with garlic and fresh ginger, and a hill Of green beans and carrots roasted with honey and tofu. it was beautiful, the candles and linens and silver, The winter sun setting on our snowy street, Me with my hand on your leg, you, my lover, In your jeans and green T-shirt and beautiful feet. How simple life is. We buy a fish. We are fed. We sit close to each other, we talk and then we go to bed. Photo by Alef Rosenbaum ~*~