through the screen doors of discretion


Eons of lily-building
emerged in that one flower.
Eons, eons. Pins
and wool, thread and needle,
all material
made of itself and circumstance.

It was a terrible century:
consisting of blasted
oil refineries and stuck ducks,
fish with their lips sealed by plastic
and tar in the hair of cooks.
Filth had penetrated the vents.

Institutions moan.
Balls of used cotton
from the hospital dumpster, redden.
Yawning on obsolescence
the computer wonders

who punched in such poor grammar.
First-padded virgins
graduate to this suffering drama
all by her-selves.
Who once were cells.

*     *     *
History is more than just another surmising
grandmother at a window
or a reminiscence twisted in the scrim of translation.

Some long-ago light is pulsating in a trout’s heart
on a laboratory dish.

That light has entered all the holes,
no matter how small, because it is the light that wants to live.

      (669) 221-6251


next time someone demands your digits and you want to get out of the situation, you can give them this number: (669) 221-6251.

when the person calls or texts, an automatically-generated quotation from feminist writer bell hooks will respond for you.

protect your privacy while dropping some…


Gaze-activated dress by Ying Gao

The gaze-activated dresses are made of photo-luminescent thread and are embedded with eye-tracking technology that responds to an observer’s gaze by activating tiny motors to move parts of the dresses

(via kenyatta)


Summer Music Festival cellist Armen Ksajikian plays for the resident bears at the Fortress of the Bears bear sanctuary Thursday, June 10, 2010, in Sitka, Alaska. Ksajikian was inspired by the acoustics at the converted pulp mill clarifier tank and played a selection of music, including a Berlioz piece, for the bruins. With Ksajikian is Les Kinnear director of the sanctuary.

Always reblogging this. 

(Source: pasha-hasid, via iwanttogothere)