good grief. you want to talk about ghosts from the past and things that leave a foul taste in the mouth? i discover tonight that the folks who pretty much drove a damn good possibility right into the ground are back in the saddle, apparently doing the same damn thing all over again…. this time, in the non-profit sector. rezilio.com, hosts of playzi.com, is trying to garner funding for what they’re calling ‘ePhilanthropy’.
a la carte
ebony eye clawed hand resting offering the sweetest apple take a bite free my dearie just today a la carte
bamboo garden
as if it didn’t matter at all, laughing at the kitchen counter, severing sinew from bone, making dinner, sacrifice of living things to the hunger. i never knew him such a callous cannibal until i watched as he cheerfully cut that piece of meat, all that was left of what once was a wild and tender thing. i closed my eyes, ducked my head. bit back the scream and waited for the image to pass. i wandered like that for some time; blind and stumbling and happy to be so if it meant i would not again see such gleeful […]
allegory
i’m thinking lately about this strong association and identification with fire. i’m thinking about where i am in the cycle. this is not the sultry, smokey embers catching. this is not the heady rush that precedes flashpoint. this is not the giddy burning that is to be engulfed and enflamed. this is, i think, the banking point… the leaping fire diminishing, the coals going quiet with soft crackling as they settle, the embers delving with magma-esque glowing to deep places to lay in wait, to rest. from within the charcoal depths, i peer into the world, i listen and wait…. […]
lost memories, found
captured for the archives from a place i used to visit… and did once more, for a moment, to collect them.
library of congress flickr stream
wow. this is amazing stuff. a flood of imagery to speak silently, but among them, this… carbon black plant break time smoking i am limed by the deep, dark places i do not fear i breathe the dark in my lungs the void lives (the entire collection may be reviewed here.)
ramble no. 34548932108231 (?)
well. i didn’t nap today thinking it would keep me from popping awake at this hour. i was right. i didn’t pop awake at this hour. i just didn’t go to sleep. sigh.