This picture reminded of the first few lines of the King James translation of the Book of Genesis (my favorite sci fi), look at that picture and then read the passage below:
In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.
Good question. I’ll let you know when I figure it out.
Radiohead – Fog
Once upon a time (the fall of 2001), I spent way too much time watching the foot traffic on College Avenue in Berkeley listening to this song.
by Franz Wright
And the ocean smells like lilacs in late August--how
The light there muted (silver) as remembered light.
Do you have any children?
No, lucky for them.
Bad things happen when you get hands, dolphin.
Can you tell us a little bit about your upbringing?
There is no down or up in space or in the womb.
If they'd stabbed me to death on the day I was born, it
would have been an act of mercy.
Like the light the last room, the windowless room at the
end, must look out on. Gold-tinged, blue
vapor trail breaking up now like the white line you see,
after driving all day, when your eyes close;
vapor trail breaking up now between huge clouds resembling
a kind of Mt. Rushmore of your parents' faces.
And these untravelled windy back roads here--cotton
leaves blowing past me, in the long blue
if I am on an island, how is it they go on forever.
This sky like an infinite tenderness, I have caught
glimpses of that, often, so often, and never
I described it, I can't, somehow, I never will.
How is it that I didn't spend my whole life being
happy, loving other human beings' faces.
And wave after wave, the ocean smells like lilacs in
The Governor of California. What do you think?
Thom Yorke – Harrowdown Hill
Here we are, 2010, super-connected and always “on” – once upon a time you had to be in a big city to find the sub-cultures that would emerge and topple the old order of things. Think rock and roll, think blues, think jazz.
Now any glimmer of something new becomes a trend piece in the New York Times.
This is not a bad thing. There is more to enjoy. The whole of human creativity, no matter how dubious the “creativity” part, can be on display for the world to see.
Life is good.