Sacred Flesh

"But this dark is deep: now I warm you with my blood, listen to this flesh. It is far truer than poems." -- Marina Tsvetaya

20131127

Supernatural Features Arise in Strange Forms on Our Planet in Peril

“Mutants. Flesh of our flesh, blood of our blood, yet possessing powers and abilities which set them apart from — some might say above — humanity."   http://www.thebentbullet.com/

Marvel Entertainment and X-Men Films take on the JFK assassination with a viral meme mutant variant, appropriating 50 years of American corruption as another super-fly in their radioactive corporate entertainment ointment.

Substitute Magneto for George Herbert Walker Bush, the CIA for the Mutant Superiors, and advanced covert weaponry for bent bullets, and you apprach what actually has unfolded as USA Global War Inc. But that's another story...





Ray Bradbury began writing every day at age 12, after a carnival magician called Mr. Electrico tapped him w/his sword and said "Live Forever!"


Midnight Juggernauts: Systematic on Nowness.com
Ray Bradbury wrote his novel Fahrenheit 451 at UCLA Library on typewriters he rented for 20¢ per hour. Took him 9 days and $9.80 in change.



Shawn Heinrichs est passionné de photographie mais aussi de plongée. Ce dernier a décidé donc de collaborer avec la mannequin et plongeuse « Hannah Fraser » pour cette superbe série d’images réalisée dans l’océan Pacifique en présence de baleines. Un rendu exceptionnel à découvrir dans la suite de l’article.   Underwater Superhumans and Whales


http://www.livescience.com/41475-wow-the-most-amazing-images-in-science-this-week

20131104

Cara Delevingne in WonderLand: Beautiful, Weird & Wild

 BeeZ Loves at RebelMouse!

Proem     
by Octavio Paz 
translated by Eliot Weinberger  


   At times poetry is the vertigo of bodies and the vertigo of speech and the vertigo of death;
   the walk with eyes closed along the edge of the cliff, and the verbena in submarine gardens;
   the laughter that sets on fire the rules and the holy commandments;
   the descent of parachuting words onto the sands of the page;
   the despair that boards a paper boat and crosses,
   for forty nights and forty days, the night-sorrow sea and the day-sorrow desert;
   the idolatry of the self and the desecration of the self and the dissipation of the self;
   the beheading of epithets, the burial of mirrors;    the recollection of pronouns freshly cut in the garden of 

Epicurus, and the garden of Netzahualcoyotl;
   the flute solo on the terrace of memory and the dance of flames in the cave of thought;
   the migrations of millions of verbs, wings and claws, seeds and hands;
   the nouns, bony and full of roots, planted on the waves of language;
   the love unseen and the love unheard and the love unsaid: the love in love.

Syllables seeds.


 Go EroGlow!
Cara Delevingne unleashes WonderLand: Come and Find Me