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Altarwise by Owl-Light

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Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house
The gentleman lay graveward with his furies;
Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from Adam,
And, from his fork, a dog among the fairies,
The atlas-eater with a jaw for news,
Bit out the mandrake with to-morrow's scream.
Then, penny-eyed, that gentleman of wounds,
Old cock from nowheres and the heaven's egg,
With bones unbuttoned to the half-way winds,
Hatched from the windy salvage on one leg,
Scraped at my cradle in a walking word
That night of time under the Christward shelter:
I am the long world's gentleman, he said,
And share my bed with Capricorn and Cancer.



-- Dylan Thomas

15 May 2008

With Our Very Special Guest Star . . .

I don't really have much on my mind today. I'm sick of the whole culture. I'm sick of earth. Blah.

So, I'm just going to link to a very cool article in The New York Times that is relevant to my discussion of the brain from a few days ago. This guy actually seems to know what he's talking about.

Enjoy!
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