"Science has enjoyed an extraordinary success because it has such a limited and narrow realm in which to focus its efforts. Namely, the physical universe." ~ Ken Jenkins
10.03.2026 15:03
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"Science has enjoyed an extraordinary success because it has such a limited and narrow realm in which to focus its efforts. Namely, the physical universe." ~ Ken Jenkins
A tree with thick moss growing all over its trunk that has clusters of mushrooms and ferns growing out of it. There are additional tree limbs and plants visible in the background.
A tree with moss so thick there are ferns and mushrooms growing out of it 🌲🌿 🍄
#ThickTrunkTuesday #Trees #TuesdayTrees #PNW #Forests #Fungi #Mushrooms #Ferns #Photography #Scape #Nature
Okay then. Sounds pretty unpleasant, but, damn it, survivable. Or... some other crash situation will arise so the boat can be made more habitable for it's trip to the repair site.
We're having an apparently false spring. Day temps up to 80 and warmish nights. Tiny flowers bloom; bees begin to emerge. Then, next week, four or so nights forecast under freezing. I worry, but there is nothing I can do. I wish the damn weather would behave.
Meanwhile, a chainsaw sings.
During the pandemic, I had days when I felt I was by myself on a shore drained of the tide, dragging a stick across miles of wet sand. There were also days when I was a boy again, sliding down a snowy hill on a flattened cardboard box. And there were days when I remembered the teacher who made us memorize a poem each week, and when we asked why, she said we might one day find ourselves in a wreck at the side of the road and we would recite these poems to stay alive.
Rick Barot ♥️
A beautiful reminder of what poetry can do.
Aye. You don't know anybody you could crash with for short term, during the Wrack repair? And I apologize for trying to solve what I know too little about to be useful. I do care.
Yes, hello, is that God? Yeah, hi. I have a complaint. You gave me this brain that’s designed for finding berries and avoiding lions and now people are ‘just circling back’ to see if we can ‘move the needle’ on ‘key initiatives’? NONE of those things are berries.
yeah even if they do "fire missiles from schools and hospitals" that is no damn excuse for going back and BOMBING there. Do war smarter, you cretins.
uffdah. And, no little boat?? Wrack being repaired maybe? I do have confidence in the two of you though.
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Oh shit. No apartment? I don't know what else you had in the works, but I do know I've witnessed you two surviving together like champs. Those skills count. 🙏 💜
"So many gods!" BY ÁLVARO DE CAMPOS TRANSLATED BY RICHARD ZENITH So many gods! They're like books—you can't read everything, you never know anything. Happy the man who knows but one god, and keeps him a secret. Every day I have different beliefs— Sometimes in the same day I have different beliefs— And I wish I were the child now crossing The view from my window of the street below. He's eating a cheap pastry (he's poor) without efficient or final cause, An animal uselessly raised above the other vertebrates, And through his teeth he singsa ribald show tune... Yes, there are many gods, But I'd give anything to the one whod take that child out of my sight.
“Every day I have different beliefs.” A poem by Alvaro de Campos (one of Fernando Pessoa’s heteronyms), translated by Richard Zenith.
It sneaks in on a Tuesday,
You're in your teens, in class.
Nobody cares what you say.
You feel in shards of glass.
~ How Poetry Works, by @j-tkelly.bsky.social
#PoetryInParks #Poetry #SpokenPoetry #MayIReadYouAPoem
march today and i
am standing in my drive arms out
turning slowly in the blood warm wind
how many will sweep yesterday
under the radiating rug
#gogyohka #micropoetry
Sign on white paper, stuck on a vending machine: "OUT OF ORDER Removing this sign will not make it work"
Monday Mood
Patch of violets, brown dry leaves scattered around them, and a section of bright orange hose.
Violets and an orange hose
Thimbles stacked encased in resin, striped red white grunge ribbon framed with the needles dotting perimeter, distressed velvet patches atamped postal art therapied
thimblisms
So I recently discovered that meds I was on were giving me awful side effects. Just four days off them and my headaches and fatigue are massively improved. I’ve been on them for two years.
In related news, I wrote 900 words today.
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I saw them do this live, somewhere at a big festival in southern CA, back in the day.
I just learned that Country Joe Mc Donald, whose words and voice delivered scathing defiance to the U.S. war on Vietnam, died in the early days of another monstrous imperialist conflict.
The irony is bile in my throat and its one two three what are we fighting for eu.usatoday.com/story/entert...
"Five Poems" by Jeff Hardin
“Wasn’t it a child’s mind that asked if we could stand / atop a lily pad? Maybe God weighs our every future, / lets this one follow its logic, lets this one slip away.”
www.bloodhoneylit.com/poetry/hardi...
Gonna double down with a reminder that if you post a screenshot of text from an article you should alt text it & link to the fucking article!!!! If you found it on the internet you should share the link!!! Do not force me to Nancy Drew my way back to the source by triangulating fonts w/news outlets.
A little box with a door and on the door are dinosaurs and inside the box are also dinosaurs.
Instead of a free little library someone in my town has a free dinosaur library, and that’s something I think more of you should know about.
A Federal judge blocks the BLM and the State from removing endangered desert tortoises and destroying tortoise habitat, as well as bulldozing cultural and historical sites in southern Utah.
wildearthguardians.org/press-releas...
#conservation #wilderness #RedCliffsNationalConservationArea #BLM
THREAD: I got laid off from NYMag/Vulture after 14 years. The family lost 75% of income + medical. Now mzs.press bookstore, once a side project. is do-or-die for Judith & I. I feel weird telling you this because others are doing much worse. But if you could like or share this, we'd be so grateful!
That is a lot of poem submitting. Five places each week? Ugh. Two, maybe every other week? YMMV, obv.
They Were Alone in the Winter Each night, I braid my daughter's hair. My fingers slip through the thick silkiness, weaving the strands into a single black stream. "The air feels like something will happen," she says. "Maybe it will snow." The moon outside is a silver arc in the cold sky. "In the old stories, they say the moon comes as a beautiful horse," I tell her. From the bedroom window, we look out at the glistening night sky. It is outside the house: the frozen night. It glimmers with her pleas for snow. It glimmers in her night dreams: a fusing of music, laughter, talk of boys and clothes. It glimmers here in the fibers of my bed sheets, there above the old roar of the Kaw River. It glimmers in the western sky where he thinks of me and smiles. In an old story, a woman and her daughter were alone in the winter and the mother said, "Tomorrow, if the sun rises, it will come as many different horses."
Luci Tapahonso