Monday, March 28, 2016

Orbitting Venus

Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.
Edgar Allan Poe, "Evening Star"

Saturday, March 12, 2016

Restoring Ouranos' Lost Mojo

One had a lovely face,
And two or three had charm,
But charm and face were in vain
Because the mountain grass
Cannot but keep the form
Where the mountain hare has lain.
-William Butler Yeats, "Memory"

Sunday, March 6, 2016

Behind the Mask

"Our inner truth is the lie we construct to be able to live with the misery of our actual lives"
- Slavoj Zizek
“A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld,—
The lady dare not lift her veil
For fear it be dispelled.

But peers beyond her mesh,
And wishes, and denies,—
Lest interview annul a want
That image satisfies.”
― Emily Dickinson, "The Complete Poems"

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Floating Out of Place Interests

Inside my eyes; a world i don't know and never wish to truly see.
Through a looking glass, magnification will reveal; a world in which i do not want to be.
Filled with people whom i am among, but yet i feel i do not belong?
Where am i and who is me, for this i cannot see.
Inside my heart; A fire alive and too much to give, I am too strong inside to live.
- Danika Alice Ransome, "Out of place"