Liminality.

 "Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things,
the honest thief, the tender murderer."

~ Robert Browning.

I imagine

parenthood
as a hungry monster...

Out of the Fire.

 

Max Ayres: Self-portrait.

V.Z. How to look careworn - and sexy.

No wonder D.T. hates him.

Speed culture.

It's not just North Americans
who seem unaware that the faster you speak
the less your audience will hear
and retain.

The latest

nonsense sociological concept :

Genetic Talent.

A beautiful but microscopic resistance to consumer-capitalism.

Every week,

Bastián Barria ventures into the Atacama desert in northern Chile looking for items of discarded clothing in the sand.

 About half of the hundreds of garments he finds are in perfect condition. He collects what he can and adds them to the two-ton pile of clothes he has stored at a friend’s house.

They are then 're-sold' for the price of the postage...

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Typical Disinformation

The rapid expulsion from Paradise
that has been reported to us
is worse than a parody
of the immeasurably-long
development of human self-consciousness.

Sheila Hancock,

 English actor and comédienne,

This was The Future

for a baby mammoth
in the Siberian cold
of 50,000 years ago.

"Who knows how
The Future will unfold ?"

Art and A.I.

At one time it was normal
for a picture's frame to cost
more than the picture.

*

You don't yet actually have to wheedle
information out of a computer.

I have a hunch –

just a hunch that
human stupidity
is more often learned
(by rote or by example)
than inherited.

Spectators ?

photo by Brian Grover

 

At the Red Hedgehog - Zum Roten Igel

    a bar, restaurant and chamber-concert venue
    (see below)
    frequented a generation later by Brahms 
    (who had his own barrel of Tokaj)

on this day. also a Wednesday, in 1828,
Franz Schubert gave his only public concert,
which included his second piano trio.

The entrance charge of 2 florins per person
made him rich for the last nine months of his life.
Another of my Most Admired Men sold only one painting.
None of these three heterosexual beauty-makers had a wife.

• Parterre and 1st floor of a residential building.
• Address: Tuchlauben No. 12.
• Also: Rother Igel.
• 1822 The Gesellschaft der Musikfreunde rents premises within a building on the Tuchlauben in Vienna, “Zum roten Igel” (same complex).
• 1829-1870 The Gesellschaft der Musikfreunde buys “Zum roten Igel”, the building it had formerly rented, planning to replace this with a new building bringing the diverse activities of the Musikverein together under one roof.
• Also visited frequently by  Robert Schumann (1810-1856), Felix Mendelssohn Bartholdy (1809-1847), and Anton Bruckner (1824-1896) 
  Brahms refused to eat anywhere else.
  
  

Bureaucracy +

Big Technology = Technocracy.

Bureaucracy depends on literacy,
numeracy, and – most basically –
on hierarchy and its progenitor,
the family.

On Self-help.

"Often it haps, that sorrowes of the mynd
Find remedie unsought, which seeking cannot fynd."

~ Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene, 1590.

Today's photo, from Morocco,

by Hicham Benohoud

 

Only in retrospect

can we observe
that The Age of Aquarius
would slowly 'transition to'
The Age of Resentment.

A life of serendipity

is an existence worth
the living, while the quest
for perfection creates
hell on earth.

The silent dark is mother to us all.

Diane Seuss wrote that
Silence has a roundness like an apple 

which is why Eve and Adam were expelled
to shout and shriek and scream and bawl
and moan and whine
and ululate and sing and bellow

and talk and speak poetry
to their wretched hearts' content
from generation unto generation.

Pomme is French slang for oneself or favoured fellow
human being, a pal, or dog.

For me, silence is solid, never hollow,
my life-support, my exaltation.

The silent dark is mother-end of all.

More on apples from another American woman:

In this Poem, We Will Not Glorify Sunrise

Sarah Freligh

nor admire the apples that blossom during a February heat wave only to wilt and die in a mid-May freeze. Doom, such a fickle bitch. She’s snow spilling into Reno where planeloads of people sick of winter have gone to gamble in tank tops and shorts. Here it’s seventy-three degrees, warm enough to sunbathe on a Lake Ontario beach. Overhead a jet pirouettes toward the airport fluttering white scarves of vapor: Contrails, kissing cousin to entrails. Mine are glistening and pink as a sunrise except for one rotten spot that’s something to watch                                    in the future. How it always starts for the apple.

Copyright © 2025 by Sarah Freligh.

Homo sapiens :

our knowing~
is our criminality.

'Dear Fellow-humans',

perhaps the only one of us
who is not criminal
and does not tread
on misery
is the most deprived –
and s/he is already dead.

 

TODAY

is ALEKSANDR SKOBOV DAY. 

"Never judge

a book by its cover."

I bought this book
mainly for its cover.

 

The International Movie Data-base

(or IMDb) is scarcely more international
(let alone internationalist) than Donald Trump.
Its highest-rated film is a Batman production,
and its second-highest is a woodenly-acted,
totally-predictable (guns, violence, sex)
prison-movie, which is a horrific (but very cleaned-up)
view of American jail-culture, considerably less honest
than Genet's sentimental little film, Un Chant d'Amour.

I reckon that to judge how good a film is likely to be,
you should add a point or two for a "foreign" film,
and subtract a couple of points for any film
made in the USA.

 

Sieg Heil !

 

French scientist denied US entry
 after officers find phone messages
criticising Trump...

US Environmental Protection Agency

Trump administration may fire more than 1,000 EPA scientists and scrap research office, Democrats say

Socrates believed

that the unpatented pharmaceutical
Conium maculatum, commonly known
as Hemlock, 100% natural
(may have contained honey))
was the medicine which would
cure him of the condition
(and to many the affliction)
of life.

Not many people know

that Chopin was introduced to George Sand
by Victor Hugo, poet, painter and author
of Les Misérables.

Hugo: My Destiny

Lateral Thinking

became quite buzzy in the late 1960s,
but, interestingly, in these days
buzzing with tales of 'Artifical Intelligence',
lateral thinking seems  to have been forgotten –

possibly because, by definition,
A.I. cannot think sideways.

Or at all. It can only control.

More an æsthetic

(or even a religious) question
than a horticultural one:
why do variegated plants
appeal to us so much ?

*

And so inspiringly to Gerard Manley Hopkins :

Glory be to God for dappled things –

   For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;

      For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;

Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;

   Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;

      And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;

   Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)

      With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;

He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:

                                Praise him.

I have always preferred Gauguin's command of colour

to his compositions.
But I am very pleased that he was not
the syphilitic colonialist paedophile that over-
passionate feminists have tried to make out.

How could a man who painted this
be other than kind ?

Manao Tupapau, or Spirit of the Dead Watching.

Did the Rhinoceros

precede the Elephant in the room ?
Wikipedia does not tell us the answer
to a question and a story worthy of
the great Irish writer Flann O'Brien.

Long before Ionesco's 1959 play Rhinoceros
Bertrand Russell and Ludwig Wittgenstein
had an intellectual tussle in 1911
about Empirical Knowledge
in which Russell mentioned the pachyderm
being or not being in his Cambridge living-room.

Today's photo...from the White Sea.

Cyanea capillata by Alexander Semenov

 

The Religious

live in an infinite
Goditorium.

Back in 1952

the philosopher Iris Murdoch wrote
in a novel that Language is a machine
for telling lies.

(Such a pity I did not come across
Under the Net in the late 1950s,
or at any time between then and, say,1980 !)

Well, indeed,

glaciers are shrinking rather a lot.

The enjoyment of solitude,

like any other practice,
requires inclination,
training and awareness.

'Lenten Lily'

in one of my little 'guerrilla plantings'

Helleborus niger Midnight

Into the bin

patristic religions hurl
the possibility of paradise within.

Food preparation, Chennai, India.

 

"...in our family

we simply pack it in when we can't face tomorrow's laughter,
never mind tomorrow's misery,
when we feel we've had enough."

John Gledhill, quoted in Earth to Earth by John Cornwell.

Film treatment of book on youTube (28 minutes)

What to do with rhubarb-leaves,

 apart from cleaning aluminium cookware :

photo by Pia-Paulin Guilmoth

Fifty years too late.

 

'From Canada to Europe,
a movement to boycott US goods is spreading.'

Thought-crime in America.

Decades ago I wrote

'Sometimes I get the feeling
that I'm on the ceiling of feeling'
(like a Swami in Darjeeling);
but now when I am alone
(which is much of the time)
and I am stronger
in my head, I have the same
sensation of soft elation
for much longer.

A Guru from Nauru
has e-mailed to say
that my surge of elation
is probably due to
reduced human contact
and absence of urge
to attempt masturbation.

Are we surprised ?

Microplastics hinder plant photosynthesis,
study finds, threatening millions with starvation.

Researchers say problem could increase number of people at risk of starvation by 400m in next two decades.

My trusty e-friend

Slim E. Mould, communicating
from Alpha Centauri, lets me know
that Intelligence
(which is not intellect nor mere
factual, organised memory)
is not the property of an individual,
but a kind of grid or miasma
that can be plugged into, a bit
like the world wide web, but infinitely
less toxic.    Alas! few people connect.
To do so you need first to disconnect.
Individualism (the long, lonely
night in a sleazy motel)
may be
the opposite of 'individuation'
which is the slipping in and out
of the unperceived cosmic gel.

Let us remember that all life on earth
derived from a single, haphazard cell.

Language and Desire.

“First you try to understand what people will like,
and then you hand it to them in the form of a lie.
But what people want is for you to hand them
the same thing packaged as the truth.” 

– Viktor Pelevin, Babylon.

Lie? Truth? Russian dolls.
Both come from Zombizon in the same parcel
ordered by Zombiphone.
Haven’t you noticed? Same brand. Same factory.
Same ingredients. Same nonsense. Same QR-code.
All issuing from the deep well of words,
capitalist intercourse
that never dries up.
The more that’s extracted, the deeper it gets. 

And it’s Open Source.

It's not all bad news...

This is a photo of an insect-friendly building in Helsinki.

Only damaged children

need soft toys. 
I still have mine,
a rag-stuffed bear called Dandy,
made by my grandmother
around 1925, and passed down to me.

If the Taliban come to my village

they will burn all my books and my paintings
maybe my photo-albums from the 1980s –
but they will respect my ceramics, maybe admire
my rugs, some of them made
in the west and the north of their homeland.

It the Russians come, they will steal everything,
maybe even my hearing-aids, my trowel,
my towels, my thirty-year-old espresso machine,
and my bed.

If the Americans come, I will be waterboarded
in vulgar fatuity with no route* of resistance,
because they already own
all forms of expression, all thought;
they will grab and monetize
everything in my head.

*pronounced to rhyme with shout and out and tout.