February 2012
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Arctic mammals & insects: two footnotes in Barry...
* Grizzly bear, polar bear, short-tailed weasel (ermine), least weasel, mink, wolverine, coyote, wolf, red fox, arctic fox, hoary marmot, arctic ground squirrel, collared lemming, brown lemming, tundra redback vole, tundra vole, Alaska vole, porcupine, arctic hare, tundra hare, caribou, muskox.
+ They include about 175 species of parasitic wasp, 25 species of sawfly, 40 species of moth, 100...
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The First Solitude by Luis de Gongora (excerpt)
Appetence now is pilot, not of errant trees, but of entire, mutable forests, and first to leave Ocean, the father of waters —of whose vast royal domain the Sun, who day after day is born in his waves and in his waves finds death, does not wish to know boundaries or extent— with hair turned white by the spume greed leaves behind, 410 though he admits no second in...
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“I wrote about the night bird cries, the sea sounds, and the lonely barking, and...”
– Denton Welch, A Voice Through A Cloud (via)
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No. 82
All language splinters. Instead of a single reflection, I am confronted with a myriad. I fear I no longer understand how to see myself.
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“Do I live in order to write? Or do I write in order to live my life as I do?”
– Susan Mitchell, “Notes Toward a History of Scaffolding”
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Of Limits Unknown →
Reading the North.
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Some varieties of ice, according to Sir Clements...
Anchor Ice = ground ice.
Bay Ice.—The young ice which first forms on the surface of the sea in autumn.
Brash Ice.—Small fragments and nodules, the wreck of other kinds of ice.
Field Ice = Ice-field.—A sheet of ice of such extent that its termination cannot be seen from the crow’s nest.
Floe.—The same as a field, except that its extent can be made out from the...
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“Again a long period has elapsed in which I have been unable to pull myself...”
– Søren Kierkegaard, April 1838, from The Diary of Søren Kierkegaard (via hypocrite-lecteur)
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Index of Select Last Lines from The Songs and...
And the game kill’d, or lost, go talk, and sleep, 126
Be one, and another’s All, 206
Begin in thine own heart, from all malice free, 156
Being double dead, going, and bidding go, 201
But after one such love, can love no more, 166
But oh, no man could hold it; for ‘twas thine, 114
But to mark when, and where, the dark eclipses be?, 249
For dying men talk often so, 188
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“I know of nothing more difficult than knowing who you are, and having the...”
– William Gass
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“I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at,...”
– Joan Didion
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January 2012
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“There are days when a needle, a piece of cloth, a book, a man are all the same...”
– Vittoria, L’eclisse (via timeimmemorial)
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“Car nous sommes où nous ne sommes pas.”
– Pierre-Jean Jouve
[“For we are where we are not.”]
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No. 81
[Else, derived from the Old English elles, “other, otherwise, different,” which ultimately traces back to words meaning “in a foreign land.”]
Perhaps no voyage I embark upon will take me more distant than that of sliding my hand along the skin of your back.
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“We say ‘forest’ but this word is made of the unknown, the unfamiliar, the...”
– Witold Gombrowicz (via mythologyofblue)
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