CHILDREN OF THE STARS

aseaofquotes: Tana French, The Likeness

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 07:05:11 -0400

aseaofquotes:

Tana French, The Likeness

thisisnotmyfairytaleendingg: “Top 10 strangest phenomena of...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 09:10:33 -0400

thisisnotmyfairytaleendingg:

“Top 10 strangest phenomena of the mind”

"My mother looks at me She says that I have gotten skinny That I am flesh and bone I am flesh and..."

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 07:26:41 -0400

“

My mother looks at me
She says that I have gotten skinny
That I am flesh and bone

I am flesh and bone
With a heart shaped like a heart and hands that never stop shaking
I love too much, she says

And one day I’ll give too much of myself away with it.

I peel a tangelo with my hands
Stripping back the skin like it’s a waning moon
And I am the sun

My fingers dry everything and become sticky
Picking up the ash falling from my eyes
Today, they are a burning forest
A green burnt and licked with flames

They consume everything.

Now this is the part where I strip backwards.

I undo my lungs

Unbutton my spine

Unlace these fingertips

I pull myself apart

Scattering the pieces of me in all the places that mattered
Hoping that it will give me meaning

Sometimes, you’ve just got to give yourself to the things you believe in.

”

- Flesh. Bone. Ash.

last-baudelaire: agostinoarrivabene: infernal marriage II° oil...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 07:24:30 -0400

last-baudelaire:

agostinoarrivabene:

infernal marriage II° oil on wood cm 40 x 30

www.agostinoarrivabene.it

Lighting reminds me of Francis Bacon’s Pope Innocent

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Mon, 17 Jun 2013 05:29:49 -0400

disturberofpeace: drawings by J.R.R.Tolkien. from top to...

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 20:39:01 -0400

disturberofpeace:

_{drawings by J.R.R.Tolkien. from top to bottom: Erebor, Bag End, Mirkwood}

There are children at my parent’s house and in the span of fifteen minutes I have fed them...

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 01:24:27 -0400

There are children at my parent’s house and in the span of fifteen minutes I have fed them ice-cream and chocolate waffles and sent them back to their father and they are PINGING.

theparisreview: “The conversation didn’t stop so much as recede...

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 16:20:22 -0400

theparisreview:

“The conversation didn’t stop so much as recede beneath the threshold of perceptibility. Maybe to distance myself from the morning’s anxiety, I removed the blue pill from the inside pocket of my coat and tried to crush it, which I couldn’t do, but with two hands I succeeded in breaking it in half. I absentmindedly tossed the halves onto the sidewalk in front of me, at which point a nearby pigeon approached it, no doubt accustomed to being fed by tourists from this bench. What is the effect of sildenafil citrate on stout-bodied passerines? I stood and tried to shoo the bird away; it startled, but then turned back and quickly ate a half before I managed to intervene.”

—Ben Lerner, from “False Spring”
Art Credit Pat Steir

"I would rediscover the secret of great communications and great combustions. I would say storm. I..."

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 12:30:11 -0400

“I would rediscover the secret of great communications and great combustions. I would say storm. I would say river. I would say tornado. I would say leaf. I would say tree. I would be drenched by all rains, moistened by all dews. I would roll like frenetic blood on the slow current of the eye of words turned into mad horses into fresh children into clots into curfew into vestiges of temples into precious stones remote enough to discourage miners. Whoever would not understand me would not understand any better the roaring of a tiger.”

- Aime Cesaire, Notebook of a Return to the Native Land(via haikuology)

"I wanted to be significant I wanted to be the impossible girl in a room full of languages The hero..."

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 10:56:55 -0400

“

I wanted to be significant
I wanted to be the impossible girl in a room full of languages
The hero and the madman possessed,
Both who dream of something more
I wanted to be the sky falling and the running around trying to save it
I wanted my words to set the sky alight and the sea boiling
Instead,
I am an old man
Wringing my hands and dreaming
About the days when everything was possible
And these hands could hold onto anything.

And those hands of yours
I feel like they could pull me deep into the ocean
Most days I wouldn’t even mind
But would find my place among the fishes
Building with coral and weeds until I made us a home.
When you’re around, I want to tell you how all those past lives of mine shout
With the joy of a thousand children given balloons
But each time I refrain, knowing it would hold too much
And your hands are too small
And too far away
And I have become too much of a coward

Somewhere, I think, between my eleventh birthday and the three quarters that followed
I learned what it meant to grow up
About mistakes and redemption
And how much it hurt
To want to be wanted
Instead, I turn and fall and die
And it is all just a dream
But I wake up each time
With a beating heart and my lungs on fire and I wonder
If you can feel it:
How much I want to be wanted.

”

- Want.

galaxyshmalaxy: M42 - Great Orion Nebula (by Captain Tweaky)

Mon, 10 Jun 2013 02:45:38 -0400

galaxyshmalaxy:

M42 - Great Orion Nebula (by Captain Tweaky)

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Sun, 09 Jun 2013 11:13:39 -0400

"Docking after three months be-stilled at sea, the crew of the Fair Clara proudly announced that..."

Sun, 09 Jun 2013 05:27:11 -0400

“Docking after three months be-stilled at sea, the crew of the Fair Clara proudly announced that everyone’s faces smelt like each others. This was not, as one would think, a sign of madness or loss of smell from vitamin deficiency, but due to an interesting game where one person would lick their finger and ‘tag’ another’s face, which as the captain explained, meant that ‘they’d then be it, and try and tag someone else, yer’. How one is supposed to win and what they gained from this is unknown, but on re-docking, authorities found that all shipments of cherry brandy that they had been hired to carry to - city’s port had all disappeared.”

justlikeasnapdragon: I literally just found out how clever...

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 06:39:35 -0400

justlikeasnapdragon:

I literally just found out how clever Sansa Starks wedding dress was…

Michele Clapton wanted the dress to tell Sansa’s story through the very detailed embroidery and it does.
Her lower back showing Stark diawolf and Tully fish to represent her roots however as you move round the dress the Lannister lion becomes more dominant.
In areas it shows the contrast between the lion and the diawolf as they fight on her hips as she becomes more and more entangled by Lannister life.
Finally the Lions head is stamped on her back neck to represent how the Lannisters finally own her through marriage.
The Tully blue is faintly used in some areas however Lannister red and gold strong throughout.
All of this while still using colours and styles that are typically Sansa.
God. I would love to work with the Game Of Thrones costume design…

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Sat, 08 Jun 2013 06:30:48 -0400

"Where you’ve nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them."

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 00:38:21 -0400

“Where you’ve nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.”

- Cormac McCarthy, The Road (via liquidnight)

ikenbot: The Olsen-Sidonio Centaurus A Extreme Deep Field Rolf...

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 20:16:23 -0400

ikenbot:

The Olsen-Sidonio Centaurus A Extreme Deep Field

Rolf Olsen and Mike Sidonio are pleased to present here what we believe to be the deepest colour image in visible light ever presented of the entirety of the enigmatic and famous galaxy NGC 5128.

This image represents a mammoth collaborative integration time of 140 hours worth of exposure using two different imaging systems:

Rolf Olsen: 120 hours using a 10” Newtonian and QSI CCD camera from the outer suburbs of Auckland New Zealand and reaches to at least magnitude 25.45

See Rolf’s gallery Centaurus A Extreme Deep Field - 120 Hours for full details.

Mike Sidonio: 20 hours using a 6” Starfire refractor and FLI CCD camera from perfect dark skies at Wiruna, North West of Lithgow Australia and reaches beyond magnitude 24

See Mike’s gallery Centaurus A - the ultimate collection for full details.

"There are days when all I can think about Are the ways you remind me of Detective novels and bees..."

Wed, 05 Jun 2013 08:02:00 -0400

“There are days when all I can think about
Are the ways you remind me of
Detective novels and bees nests
And that photograph of us from the first night we met
Before anything had been spoken
Except the click of shutters and
The rain pouring down like it was the first rain in history and
Something about Lord of The Rings.

I spend so much time trying not to apologise
That my heart beats at 1,260 times per minute.
I am a blue throated hummingbird, reading Moby Dick
And swinging everything in the room around me with my mind
And this tiger on my wrist, it tells me I need to sing
With more terror
In order to understand the way the earth turns.

This is a universe factory
With two hands and a heart the size of a piano organ
Sometimes if you touch me the most beautiful sounds come out
Some days I wake up with my skin on fire
And I could take over the sun
If I was sure you wouldn’t become Icarus and fly too close
You told me that there were people that have never seen the sea
But my mind doesn’t have that much imagination.

And I believe in space, but science hasn’t taught me how to be alone
The space between my head and my heart keeps growing
I don’t know how to keep them from drifting apart.
I want to believe in a god
Who invented sherbet and mini umbrellas
Instead, I turn everyone I know into planets and leave them circling the sun
Hoping that even if you fly too close
You won’t burn up

There is a ghost that lives behind my ears.
Some days, all I can hear are his songs
They turn me into the opposite of Midas,
Turning everything gold into wood
My hands become trees and grow deep into the earth
Like all I’ve ever wanted to do is hold him
To climb under his skin and bury myself there

I am a mermaid
Falling though the mists above the Mooney Bridge
Some days it feels like flying
And some days, I hit the ground with the most wondrous crash
And I am never really sure which days I prefer.
So I will become the twelfth, crashing through walls
Floundering my hands and saving worlds
Running with the terror in my heart
Living like my past lives might one day catch up with me
And by god, I hope they’d be proud of where we’ve gotten to.”

- Sing! With more terror!!!

valscrapbook: New friend. by lab oil on Flickr.

Tue, 04 Jun 2013 09:20:59 -0400

valscrapbook:

New friend. by lab oil on Flickr.

galaxyshmalaxy: NGC7000 or “North America Nebula” (by Daniele...

Mon, 03 Jun 2013 08:10:42 -0400

galaxyshmalaxy:

NGC7000 or “North America Nebula” (by Daniele Malleo)