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30.3.19 A new-to-me kind of duck! Eurasian subspecies of green-winged teal, I believe
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Apr. 22nd, 2019
The yellow/red/gold colour spectrum is all these goodies have in common, I think. Happy Easter to me! Bunnies from Switzerland and books from Saturday’s trip to #kinokuniya
April 22, 2019 at 05:32AM
April 22, 2019 at 05:32AM
1.3.19, Yoyogi park: I think I rather prefer cherry trees tucked into the park like this than those big crowded picnic spots… https://ift.tt/2IceAlI
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3.3.19, Darkest Lancashire: March, as we all know, is a season of parades and festivities. Were I in Sydney, I would’ve been at Mardi Gras. Instead, I was at a tractor festival. Petition to add drag queens in future?
At any rate, the two red ones in the top picture are the best tractors, I will not be taking criticism at this time.
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30.3.19 Excellent Japanese signage from Saturday night: Club Gas Panic. Very useful to orient by on that side of the Shibuya Crossing. https://ift.tt/2OBWHhq
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30.3.19 underbridge river of some sort, Chuo Ward. https://ift.tt/2FOMpYs
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3.3.19 Darkest Lancashire: early spring on the local river. Somehow, although the top of the village flooded, the river did not.
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30.3.19 not a cherry tree, Chiyoda-Ku park. https://ift.tt/2OC01ZX
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30.3.19, Chiyoda-ku park: I’m not sure what these purple flowers are but I’m a fan https://ift.tt/2FR9bii
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You, and not my craze with conquest, are my wedding.
I left to myself and its match in your devil self
the freedom to comply with your demands,
take my horse
and slaughter it,
and I will walk like a warrior after defeat
without dream or sense …
Salaam upon what you desire of fatigue
for the captive prince, and of gold for the maidens
to celebrate the summer. And salaam upon you
abounding with suitors of every jinn and man,
for what you’ve done to yourself for
yourself: your hairpin breaks
my shield and my sword,
and your shirt button bears in its glare
the secret word of birds of every sort,
take my breath the way a guitar responds
to what you demand of the wind. All of my Andalus
is within your hands, so don’t leave a single string
for self-defense in the land of my Andalus.
I will realize, in another time,
I will realize that I have won with my despair
and that I have found my life, over there
outside itself, near my past
take my horse
and slaughter it, and I will carry myself dead and alive,
by myself…
I don’t know the translator of this piece, but there’s a beautiful calligraphic version of the Arabic text here.
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I left to myself and its match in your devil self
the freedom to comply with your demands,
take my horse
and slaughter it,
and I will walk like a warrior after defeat
without dream or sense …
Salaam upon what you desire of fatigue
for the captive prince, and of gold for the maidens
to celebrate the summer. And salaam upon you
abounding with suitors of every jinn and man,
for what you’ve done to yourself for
yourself: your hairpin breaks
my shield and my sword,
and your shirt button bears in its glare
the secret word of birds of every sort,
take my breath the way a guitar responds
to what you demand of the wind. All of my Andalus
is within your hands, so don’t leave a single string
for self-defense in the land of my Andalus.
I will realize, in another time,
I will realize that I have won with my despair
and that I have found my life, over there
outside itself, near my past
take my horse
and slaughter it, and I will carry myself dead and alive,
by myself…
I don’t know the translator of this piece, but there’s a beautiful calligraphic version of the Arabic text here.
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When You Forget Me - Deborah A. Miranda
Apr. 22nd, 2019 07:15 pm with thanks to Pablo Neruda
the past is a poor broken basket,
woven by hands that had no muscle, no song.
When you forget me, every word we spoke together
just before or after slow first light, lips still wet,
– doe, heron, stone, prayer – erases itself
from every language, as if never spoken. Extinct.
When you forget me, dream of other women,
offer them the dance of your heart, recline
in a meadow, drink red wine, seek another woman’s
blush, what basket could hold all this desire?
I’ll gather black maidenhair fern stems, redbud,
bear grass from our sacred places; I’ll harvest,
split and dry each piece. My busy hands
won’t miss the obsidian outline of your face.
When you forget me, that river where we first kissed
won’t stop flowing down from mountains older
than desire; when you forget me, the forest that cradled
our creation won’t burn down. Some things last.
I’ll remember what they are, one by one, as I dye
my bundles, start the coil, fit weft around stave.
I’ll remember how to make a life out of fragments,
how to splice so skillfully, no visible break remains.
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the past is a poor broken basket,
woven by hands that had no muscle, no song.
When you forget me, every word we spoke together
just before or after slow first light, lips still wet,
– doe, heron, stone, prayer – erases itself
from every language, as if never spoken. Extinct.
When you forget me, dream of other women,
offer them the dance of your heart, recline
in a meadow, drink red wine, seek another woman’s
blush, what basket could hold all this desire?
I’ll gather black maidenhair fern stems, redbud,
bear grass from our sacred places; I’ll harvest,
split and dry each piece. My busy hands
won’t miss the obsidian outline of your face.
When you forget me, that river where we first kissed
won’t stop flowing down from mountains older
than desire; when you forget me, the forest that cradled
our creation won’t burn down. Some things last.
I’ll remember what they are, one by one, as I dye
my bundles, start the coil, fit weft around stave.
I’ll remember how to make a life out of fragments,
how to splice so skillfully, no visible break remains.
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30.3.19, Chiyoda-ku: Once more with cherry trees https://ift.tt/2FQGOjh
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30.3.19 Chiyoda park: grey heron is not impressed with anything
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1.3.19 - At 10.30 on a Monday morning even the Shibuya Crossing is pretty mundane https://ift.tt/2uMIpBE
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30.3.19 Eurasian coot going about its business in the Chiyoda moat
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1.3.19, Shibuya: Have I somehow expunged it from my memory, or do Disney stores in the UK not have the frontage like this? https://ift.tt/2K5cNRW
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30.3.19 A new-to-me kind of duck! Eurasian subspecies of green-winged teal, I believe
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