Opioid Blizzard

13 Friday Jun 2014

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Abstract, Black and White, Childhood, Dark, Entropy, Neglect, Photography, Poetry, Rain

Creeping grey shadows-
The young evening rain-
Spindling down ridges
Of a blue landscape
Jagged spine rising
With thin crimson veins
Bound about this face
So stumbling inert
Quashed and well-erased
Thoughts, like sooty stains,
Squelched, livid between
These muddy fingers
Groping through the gap-
Opiod Blizzard

Droll and frenzied cries
Waft up from below
As the metal groans
Deft feet kicking
Minims ricocheted
Her soft infant face
Punched with eyes of stone
Hands red and rusting
In this place, her home,
Wet, bent and ugly
A one-swing grace-land
In a pebble sea
Pendulous laughter
Like sugar in rain
Dissolving slowly

Muculent trenches
The buckling of time
Her maimed childhood
A mute, mewling cry
In the yard below
Her timid summons
A wind- brushed, hollow
Drowned at the window
Never leaking through-
Paternal instinct
Escaping through gleet
Glinting on grey toes
Razored knees, limp eyes
Fixed on the canvas
Of barren ceiling
So stoic, above-
Restive memory
Cryogenic now
Such impotent Love
And nothing beyond-

Sagging plastered sky
And a muffled sound
Perhaps a housefly
At the window
Has come ’round

“What is a Scientist, After All?” – The Birthday of Jacques Yves Cousteau

11 Wednesday Jun 2014

Posted by smilingtoad in Art, Photography, Quotations, Sea

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“What is a scientist after all? It is a curious man looking through a keyhole, the keyhole of nature, trying to know what’s going on.”
― Jacques-Yves Cousteau

“For most of history, man has had to fight nature to survive; in this century he is beginning to realize that, in order to survive, he must protect it.”
― Jacques-Yves Cousteau “The future is in the hands of those who explore… and from all the beauty they discover while crossing perpetually receding frontiers, they develop for nature and for humankind an infinite love.”
― Jacques-Yves Cousteau

“Above us flying fish gamboled, adding a discordant touch of gaiety to what was becoming a tragedy for us. Dumas and I ransacked our memories for advice on how to frighten off sharks. ‘Gesticulate wildly,’ said a lifeguard. We flailed our arms. The gray (shark) did not falter. ‘Give ’em a flood of bubbles,’ said a helmet diver. Dumas waited until the shark had reached his nearest point and released a heavy exhalation. The shark did not react. ‘Shout as loud as you can,’ said Hans Hass. We hooted until our voices cracked. The shark appeared deaf. ‘Cupric acetate tablets fastened to leg and belt will keep sharks away if you go into the drink,’ said the Air Force briefing officer. Our friend swam through the copper-stained water without a wink. His cold, tranquil eye appraised us. He seemed to know what he wanted, and he was in no hurry.”
– Excerpt from the book, “The Silent World” by Jacques Cousteau