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A collection of poetry, prose, logophilia and art that strikes a chord, deep or distant, within.

Diary entry of Denton Welch, 1948

"Four nights ago, with the moon pouring down and the nightingale singing and stopping, singing and stopping unaccountably, I suddenly heard another sound.  I thought it was a laugh from some woman in the lane.  I imagined her wandering round the fields with her lover after leaving the pub.  I heard it again and then again.  It was no laugh but extravagant sobbing.  It rang out, drowning the nightingale, dirtying the night.  I ran into Eric’s room and told him.  He came into my room and we sat by the open french door.  The sobbing was a mechanical repetition of notes falling in a scale from high to low.  The light was on in the bungalow through the apple trees.  The weeping came from there, where a Hungarian lives with his English wife.  They are young, newly married in September or October.  There was no hint of comforting, reasoning from the husband, no word from the woman, just the hard boo-hoo crying, louder than any other crying I have ever heard, then a sudden ceasing, the light flicked off and nothing.  The nightingale streamed on, the wind grew cooler, and the moon milked itself into the grass’s hair."

"The moon milked itself into the grass’s hair" - how I would LOVE to have written that!

Moon crying!

Schumann Resonance

Interesting text on the Schumann Resonance, including…

BETA waves (14 cycles per second and above) dominate our normal waking state of consciousness when attention is directed towards cognitive tasks and the outside world. Beta waves range between 13-40 Hz. Gamma (above 30 Hz) represents hyperarousal. The Beta wave is associated with peak concentration, heightened alertness and visual acuity. Nobel Prize winner, Sir Francis Crick and other scientists believe that the 40Hz beta frequency may be key to the act of cognition. ALPHA waves (7-13 cycles per second) are present during dreaming and light meditation when the eyes are closed. As more and more neurons are requited to this frequency, alpha waves cycle globally across the whole cortex. This induces of deep relaxation, but not quite meditation. In Alpha, we begin to access the wealth of creativity that lies just below our conscious awareness. It is the gateway, the entry point that leads into deeper states of consciousness. Alpha is also the home of the window frequency known as the Schumann Resonance, which is the resonant frequency of the earth’s electromagnetic field. SR waves propagate with little attenuation around the planet. When we intentionally generate alpha waves and go into resonance with that earthy frequency, we naturally feel better, refreshed, in tune, in synch. It is, in fact, environmental synchronization. THETA waves (4-7 cycles per second) occur most often in sleep but are also dominant in the deepest state of mediation (body asleep/mind awake). The optimum level for deep thought is this realm of Theta. In Theta, our senses are withdrawn from the external world and focused on the mindscape, internally originating signals. Theta waves are associated with mystery, an elusive and extraordinary realm we can explore. It is that twilight state which we normally only experience fleetingly as we rise from the depths of delta upon waking, or drifting off to sleep. In theta we are in a waking dream, vivid imagery flashes before the mind’s eye and we are receptive to information beyond our normal conscious awareness. Theta has also been identified as the gateway to learning and memory. Theta meditation increases creativity, enhances learning, reduces stress and awakens intuition and other extrasensory perception skills. DELTA waves range between 0-4 Hz. Delta is associated with deep sleep. In deepest meditation and dreamless sleep, Delta waves are generated. Each of these brainwave frequencies serves an important function. DELTA waves confer a suspension of external existence and provide the most profound feelings of peace. In addition, certain frequencies in the delta range trigger the release of growth hormone beneficial for healing and regeneration. This is why sleep, deep restorative sleep is so essential to the healing process.
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moma:

George Grosz, born today in 1893, was primarily known for his caustic caricatures. In somewhat of a departure, he lovingly captured his friend, the poet Max Herrmann-Neisse, in this portrait. 

[George Grosz. The Poet Max Herrmann-Neisse. 1927.]

moma:

George Grosz, born today in 1893, was primarily known for his caustic caricatures. In somewhat of a departure, he lovingly captured his friend, the poet Max Herrmann-Neisse, in this portrait

[George Grosz. The Poet Max Herrmann-Neisse. 1927.]

(via poetry-central)

centuriespast:

The Crimson Rambler
Philip Leslie Hale (1865-1931)
ca. 1908
Oil on canvas
Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts

centuriespast:

The Crimson Rambler

Philip Leslie Hale (1865-1931)

ca. 1908

Oil on canvas

Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts

(via danieljacksonlane)

transformgrief:

Which means we have chosen to believe in something that is not really true. But because it is our belief, so it is our reality.
Transform Grief

transformgrief:

Which means we have chosen to believe in something that is not really true. But because it is our belief, so it is our reality.

Transform Grief

from the diary of Samuel Pepys, 5 April 1664

"Coming home I find my wife dressed as if she had been abroad, but I think she was not; but she answering me some way that I did not like I pulled her by the nose, indeed to offend her; though afterwards to appease her I denied it, but only it was done in haste.  The poor wretch took it mighty ill, and I believe wringing her nose she did feel pain, and so cried a great while; but by and by I made her friends, and so after supper to my office a while, and then home to bed."

Not quite Charles Saatchi and Nigella Lawson but not far from it.  Not good.

invisibledot:

Just another 19% to go on De Selby’s funding campaign! They’ve also sweetened the rewards: €30+ now gets a signed book, €50+ gets a limited edition postcard of one of the illustrations, and €500+ gets a guided literary tour of Paris! Take a look and please share!
Here is my illustration for the tenth story, “Clay”.

invisibledot:

Just another 19% to go on De Selby’s funding campaign! They’ve also sweetened the rewards: €30+ now gets a signed book, €50+ gets a limited edition postcard of one of the illustrations, and €500+ gets a guided literary tour of Paris! Take a look and please share!

Here is my illustration for the tenth story, “Clay”.

  It is then the Ocean   Looms into sight,A gulf enringed with a burning white,A sea of sapphire, dazzling bright;    And islands,  Peaks of such beauty thatBright danger seems to lie in wait,Dread, disaster, boding fate;And soul and sense are appalled thereat;Though an Ariel music on the breezeThrills the mind with a lorn unease,Cold with all mortal mysteries.    And every thorn,    And weed, and flower,  And every time-worn stoneA challenge cries on the trespasser:  Beware!  You are alone!
Walter de la Mare, English poet (1873 - 1956)

  It is then the Ocean
  Looms into sight,
A gulf enringed with a burning white,
A sea of sapphire, dazzling bright;
    And islands,
  Peaks of such beauty that
Bright danger seems to lie in wait,
Dread, disaster, boding fate;
And soul and sense are appalled thereat;
Though an Ariel music on the breeze
Thrills the mind with a lorn unease,
Cold with all mortal mysteries.
    And every thorn,
    And weed, and flower,
  And every time-worn stone
A challenge cries on the trespasser:
  Beware!  You are alone!

Walter de la Mare, English poet (1873 - 1956)

    When the high road    Forks into a by-road,And that drifts into a lane,And the lane breaks into a bridle path,    A chace forgotten    Still as death,And green with the long night’s rain;Through a forest winding on and on,Moss, and fern, and sun-bleached bone,    Till only a trace remain;
And that dies out in a waste of stoneA bluff of cliff, vast, trackless, wild,Blue with the harebell, undefiled;Where silence enthralls the empty air,Mute with a presence unearthly fair,    And a path is sought      In vain…..
Walter de la Mare, English poet (1873 - 1956)

    When the high road
    Forks into a by-road,
And that drifts into a lane,
And the lane breaks into a bridle path,
    A chace forgotten
    Still as death,
And green with the long night’s rain;
Through a forest winding on and on,
Moss, and fern, and sun-bleached bone,
    Till only a trace remain;

And that dies out in a waste of stone
A bluff of cliff, vast, trackless, wild,
Blue with the harebell, undefiled;
Where silence enthralls the empty air,
Mute with a presence unearthly fair,
    And a path is sought
      In vain…..

Walter de la Mare, English poet (1873 - 1956)

Klok-Klok of bowls on the green
and scent of the warm grass rises
~~ English summer