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Don't let love fool you;
It's not my first love.
Truth rocks my world,
from below and above.
~XineAnn
Thinking is more interesting than knowing,
but less interesting than looking. ~Goethe
For experience is the Soul's one and only nourishment ~James Hillman
Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point. ~Blaise Pascal
He who has lost his soul will be finding God anywhere, up above and down below, in here and out there, he will cling to every straw of love blown past his doorway as he stands waiting for a sign. ~James Hillman
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Exalead Image Search Engine
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6:00am
2 reviews
search, photography, arts, resources
•http://www.exalead.com/image/homepage
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Exalead - image search and more
This is the interface I like about Opera. And it's available anywhere. It's a full-fledged search engine, not as large as google, but so customizable. It's my new home page.
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May 8, 9:20pm
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Poetry is here now
Read the now infamous full-of-myself posts here (of some possible help for newbies)
since April 21, 2008
I learned about the flags at Etcetera. I like them. Even anarchists have flags.
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YouTube - John Coltrane - My Favorite Things - 1961
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May 8, 9:16pm
2 reviews
cats, jazz, sax, coltrane
•http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_n-gR...
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C A T O F T H E D A Y
John Coltrane : My Favorite Things 1961
Just some things I've found today :
Mind the Volcano
Cataclysmic Clockwork
Cat of the Day came from Diesdre
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May 8, 8:48pm
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Moving this up so I can work on it easily. It won't stay sticky forever. It is full of opinions and commentary on life, the universe, and everything. If that's a bother, you'll want to skip it. It's really meant to help newbies, in a conversational sort of way.
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The Cloud Appreciation Society & Microbursts (May 08)
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May 8, 8:46pm
1 review
nature, science, meteorology, clouds
•http://www.cloudappreciationsociety.o...
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Cloud of the Month for May
About this Cloud: Cumulonimbus
It is the beast of the lower atmosphere: roaring with deafening thunder; spitting shards of lightning and hailstones; whipping up twisting tornadoes and spawning dramatic cloud features, such as the udder-shaped mammatus clouds, cigar-shaped roll clouds and, well, wall-shaped wall clouds. Sometimes, the Cumulonimbus also produces something called a `microburst', which is best thought of as a cloud sneeze. Don't be deceived by the `micro' part: the sneeze of a Cumulonimbus is anything but restrained.
A microburst is a very localized column of air - up to 2.5 miles (4km) across - which shoots earthwards from the base of the cloud, spreading outwards with violent force upon reaching the ground. With gusting speeds of up to 150 mph, these winds can damage buildings, fell trees, and have been known to cause aviation crashes.
Much like human sneezes, microbursts can be either dry or wet. They do however last rather longer than ours: between 5 and 15 minutes. Along with chilly winds, the wet varieties produce sudden downpours. These can be quite heavy: enough to give you a cold, should you be in the firing line without the right clothing.
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John Bauer - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
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May 8, 9:13am
1 review
childrens-books, arts, illustration, fairytales, john-bauer
•http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Bauer
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Leap the Elk by John Bauer
Are you changing your mind already? It's too late to turn round. But don't be afraid. Wonderful berries grow in the marsh where I live. You can eat them.
More John Bauer illustrations
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Silence
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May 5, 7:30am
4 reviews
photography, poetry, mine
•http://www.romanloranc.com/silence_lg...
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After the fire and after the embers,
After the smoke
and choking on words
After the fire, it's quiet
and it could still burn black
if not held back
A hot silence that travels
in a slither on the ground
words burning through
beams crashing down
After the fire,
love still remembers
words like hot ashes
that hang like burnt fruit
and truth,
truth like a stillness
and not what it seems
Love with its promises
if you'll just be its slave
Love like a wave
if only you claim it
Truth for a mirror
but insists that you name it
After the fire,
so little left to say
words stir the embers
burning even as they're true
After the fire,
it's all you ever knew
You ask again
words fall into silence
and the silence burns
right through
After the fire still glow the embers
After the fire, it's love that remembers
After the fire, it's love that burns true
~XineAnn
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Dreamscape by ~AncillaDomini on deviantART
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May 5, 7:21am
1 review
poetry, arts, mine, cuki
•http://ancilladomini.deviantart.com/a...
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The Five Minutes We Were in Love
Every woman should be in love with you
even for five minutes
because you know what love is
Every woman should be in love with you
when she finds out
that she is a little girl forever
when she finds out
that she is a woman
and she doesn't have to hold back
not even a little
Every woman should be in love with you
to find out how to say
I love you
to find out that love
is not cat and mouse
or finding the perfect words
to say to make the perfect spell
Every woman should be in love with you
even for five minutes
to find out what a man is
when he loves all the way
~XineAnn
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http://www.levity.com/digaland/celestial/yeats/crazy.html
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May 5, 7:19am
1 review
poetry, mine, heartbreak, klassy, crazy-jane
•http://www.levity.com/digaland/celest...
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Come, my mad Crazy Jane
Come, my mad Crazy Jane
and let me brush your long dark hair
you with the dying dog in your arms
but hold him, hold him til the end
and then a little longer
because life is what we have
and life after life is a promise
and life after death is a threat
Come, my mad Crazy Jane
and tell me of your silent love
as you wait with an empty bowl
and the dog at your feet
and you don't know if the dog
is living or dying
and you don't know
if you are living or dying
Come, my mad Crazy Jane
and don't let your irreverent lover
kick your dog as he chants,
"Dog is God spelled backwards"
laughing at his own backwards wit
(the misanthropic attitude,
the existential platitude)
You laugh because anything
would be funny
and everything he says
is sacred when
you are waiting for a Word
Come, my mad Crazy Jane
priestess of animal love
let me brush your long dark hair
as you sob your goodbyes
to the warm love of the animal
and the cold love of the buffoon
Holy was your love
of the love made flesh
Holy are your tears for love
Holy is your long dark hair
~XineAnn
Woman Under Glass
In the mirror,
I am a woman under glass
like week-old flowers when
we don't change the water
when we leave the roses
roadside
as lifeless as the idea
of love
as the idea
I loved
the water is dank
and love smells bad
In the mirror,
I am a woman under glass
falling petals
love gone to seed
nothing grows in bad water
love gone to need
so faithful is my brother
so loyal are my friends
holy were the words I had
but the water is dank
and love just smells bad
~XineAnn
Still Life in White
If words are the key
and the door is locked
and you've lost your voice
and never knew the words
and love was the cart
but you never saw the horse
Then stop talking altogether
break it down with force,
never mind the mime uncouth,
shock the world,
stand in the light,
show me naked truth
show me white on white.
~XineAnn
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StumbleUpon - cabqs web site reviews and blog
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May 5, 7:18am
1 review
poetry, mine, cuki
•http://cabq.stumbleupon.com/review/16...
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Looking for My Soul's White Dress
looking for my soul's white dress
in research
and writing
and reading great works
looking for my soul's white dress
in causes
and crosses
and loving til it hurts
looking for my soul's white dress
I end up where to start
leaving pieces of my wardrobe
at every broken heart
dressing up my shards of soul
in every way I can
and you just stand there naked
and remind me who I am
looking for my soul's white dress
~XineAnn
Once, and now
Where have you been that you come so late,
while clothes have missed the clothes
and now remember to the body
that it can recognize just itself?
Once, in a disreputable slum
I threw a knife against you,
but it was another, it was not you,
albeit by looking you also come
as reading to the one who reads
as blindness to who turns blind.
~cabq
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