This Russian fur farm’s waste-pile showcases what doesn’t make it onto to our runways or into our magazines. A picture is worth a thousand words – or a thousand skinned animals.
Three years ago, Southern California Edison pushed basketball-size rocks from a barge off San Clemente. Little did the utility realize that the kelp reef it created would thrive the way it has, or as quickly.
Photo: Denise Weisman, a research scientist at UC Santa Barbara and an independent kelp monitor, examines the Wheeler North Reef, created off San Clemente three years ago by Southern California Edison. Credit: Allen J. Schaben / Los Angeles Times
(Source: Los Angeles Times, via crookedindifference)
“I want to write like cigarettes, tracing dusky flame on the night” -Me, two years ago.
Now, I just want to be that cigarette. That bright point of light. The smoke in your lungs.
—Sir George Porter, quoted in The Observer, August 26, 1973 (via mohandasgandhi)
An idea: Language is the medium (primarily) through which ideas are transmitted. However as anyone who has ever picked up textbook knows, language can be unwieldy. I feel not only feelings and vague images can be conveyed in poetry, there is also a potential for the transmission of facts, and theories in the most precise meaning of the word. Poetry seems to often be the simplest expression of an idea. The language of poetry being metaphors, imagery and symbolism seem similar to variables in a math equation, pointing outwards towards the real world. Towards things that are often incomprehensibly complex, or at least impossible difficult to articulate. Perhaps poetry is a language above a language containing many vocabularies, many toolboxes or lenses for interpreting the world. Perhaps it is possible to combine mathematical precision and documentary accuracy with the efficiency and beauty of poetics. Maybe not.
Beauty in walls and trees.
—Kurt Vonnegut.
