–¿Por qué? ¿Y por qué no tenemos plumaje ni alas, sino solamente omoplatos, las bases para las alas? Porque ya no necesitamos alas: porque tenemos aviones y las alas solamente nos estorbarían.
“Why? Why don’t you have feathers, or wings-only shoulder blades, the base for wings? Because wings are no longer necessary, we have the aeroplane, wings would only get in the way.
Cold in the earth — and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Severed at last by Time’s all-severing wave?
Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover
Over the mountains, on that northern shore,
Resting their wings where heath and fern leaves cover
Thy noble heart forever, ever more?
Cold in the earth — and fifteen wild Decembers,
From those brown hills, have melted into spring;
Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers
After such years of change and suffering!
Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee,
While the world’s tide is bearing me along;
Other desires and other hopes beset me,
Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!
No later light has lightened up my heaven,
No second morn has ever shone for me;
All my life’s bliss from thy dear life was given,
All my life’s bliss is in the grave with thee.
But, when the days of golden dreams had perished,
And even Despair was powerless to destroy,
Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,
Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy.
Then did I check the tears of useless passion —
Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;
Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten
Down to that tomb already more than mine.
And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,
Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain;
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
How could I seek the empty world again?
- Emily Bronte
Click the picture to read. (unless you see this in your stream, in which case clicking it will do nothing so just sit and contemplate how badly designed tumblr is)
Se me acercó, casi se pegó a mí y nuestros hombros se tocaron; estábamos solos. Un extraño fluido pasaba desde ella a mi cuerpo y yo sabía inconscientemente que la cosa había de ser de esta manera. Lo sabía por cada una de mis fibras, por cada latido dulcemente doloroso de mi corazón. Me abandoné con un indecible placer a este sentimiento. Así, con la misma satisfacción, debe someterse un trozo de hierro a la ley inalterable, eterna e inmutable de ser atraído por un imán. Así es como una piedra lanzada al espacio ha de detenerse una fracción de segundo en el aire para caer luego en forma vertical. Y así es como el ser humano ha de respirar hondamente, una sola vez, después de la agonía, antes de expirar definitivamente.
She moved nearer, leaned her shoulder against me—and we were one, and something flowed from her into me, and I knew: this is how it must be. I knew it with every nerve, and every hair, every heartbeat, so sweet it verged on pain. And what joy to submit to this “must.” A piece of iron must feel such joy as it submits to the precise, inevitable law that draws it to a magnet. Or a stone, thrown up, hesitating a moment, then plunging headlong back to earth. Or a man, after the final agony, taking a last deep breath—and dying.
- Yevgeny Zamyatin
I have been so hard on myself when it comes to self-improvement in the last 12 months that the idea of resolutions is scary. But I can try to change habits. My habit for January will be to read 5 minutes every night and 5 minutes every morning to relax me and wake my mind up.
I read advice on how to change habits here:
http://www.pickthebrain.com/blog/strategies-for-breaking-bad-habits-and-cultivating-good-ones/
I liked it because it was short and had bullet points.
Idea is less scary than another failed resolution!
Spain gives you a separate national identity card if you’re foreign. Ryanair allow the normal national identity cards instead of passports but not the foreigner ones. It says this no where on the terms and conditions. it says:
THE ONLY FORMS OF TRAVEL DOCUMENTS ACCEPTED ON RYANAIR FLIGHTS ARE:
[…]
A valid National Identity Card issued by the government of a European Economic Area (EEA) country. (Only the following EEA countries currentlyissue National Identity Cards acceptable for carriage on Ryanair flights: Austria, Belgium, Bulgaria, Finland, France, Germany, Gibraltar, Greece, Cyprus, Czech Republic, Estonia, Hungary, Italy, Liechtenstein, Lithuania, Luxembourg, Netherlands, Malta, Poland, Portugal, Romania, Slovakia, Slovenia, Spain, Sweden, Switzerland)
The NIE card is a valid National Identity Card. Other airlines accept it. My friend is stranded in Germany because of this.
I am sick of people defending Ryanair saying “read the terms and conditions, follow the rules.” IT DOES NOT HELP.
I photographed myself painting a horse and then I made a video out of it.
Nine New Scientist covers, 1971-75.
I hope Screenprint will never never never go out of fashion!
(via 50watts)
I sleep on my back cause it’s good for the spine
and coffin rehearsal
I know a psychic who reads her own palms
and the findings are personal
she keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side,
well maybe she knows something i don’t know
but I am still alive and loving
wide eyed in my time
not a mummy shrinking in its cloths
your cat clawed out my eyes
while I was distracted by your smile
and now my sockets sit like empty catcher’s mitts waiting
and you ask me is there anybody else that I’m dating
anna, anna, anna I’m patient
but your painted pony is fading
walks like a snakeskin in high grass
and out to thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that’s me
you count them blessings cause your net worth
oughta be less cream in your best dreams
but god put a song on my palm
that you can’t read
I’m lucky to be under
this same sky that held
the exhale from your first breath
like a ring on a pillow of clouds
I knew my tongue may stutter
but my gift heart screams clear and swells
to burst between your red lengths
of its own load ridden self
but I am still alive and loving
wide eyed in my time
not a mummy shrinking in its cloths
there’s a moth caught in my gut, groan
I tug at my groin like tides trying to
pull women towards them, i can’t ignore them
and when we say your name our tongues catch flame
and you wonder why we ain’t got nothing to say
what’s your painted pony is fading
walks like a snakeskin in high grass
and out to thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that’s me
you count them blessings cause your net worth
oughta be less cream in your best dreams
but god put a song on my palm
that you can’t read
I’ll be embalmed with it long before you’ll see
I had to write
One poem which took
Thousands of years to
Write, thousands of years
To translate and thousands
Of years to be delivered
To dragons who
Took a thousand years
To read it out loud
So it was only after many lives
That I finally heard
The last word
But by then
No longer believing in dragons it made no sense.
