A poor tribute to Whitman’s When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer.
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It happened. Lots of attention needed for future prints.
the WAC part of DSWAC was strong last weekend …
(more…)The past day unknowingly has been one of the coldest I’ve experienced this season, bus also the prettiest. Marking, doing my first scalable big box cosmology, participating in the pushing-forward at Goe and Auckland. It’s a great state of life.
(more…)Not many years ago I walked around (I do mean around) auckland central and waited for the night to end sitting on the wharf at Waterfront.
I would have wanted to listen to this.
Thanks to Apple for this great ringtone. I played the melody with variations on my little keyboard in my office.
The cover art is derived from the same Pixelmator project file as my upcoming … album … Gold. Hence the reuse of Voyager Golden disk imagery.
Do not walk circles in tomorrow’s maze.
Some don’t see it,
“A stright slope … “,
tired travelers would say
“straght to hell,
or maybe heaven.”
Caverous walls resound their proclaim
On it meanders, along the uncertain.
Half lit. Half dark.
You fret (as humans do).
Is there reason not to?
Do not let tomorrow’s teeth
gnaw today’s bread.
Do not let its distant glare
blind the path beneath your tread.
Breathe, my dear.
Know grief, but do not kneel to its ghost.
Hold joy, but do not clutch its fading ember.
Let life sway—unmet, unnamed.
Walk now.
Breathe.
Begin.