Friday, 6 July 2012
Thursday, 5 July 2012
What is the moon?
The whitish zigzags are made by night insects attracted by the neon lights.
"BOYLE:
I seen things, I seen things, Joxer, that no mortal man should
speak about that knows his catechism. Ofen, and ofen, when I was
fixed to
the wheel with a marlin-spike, an' the wins blowin' fierce an' the
waves lashin' and lashin' till you'd think every minute was goin' to
be your last, an' it blowed and blowed - blew is the right word,
Joxer, but blowed is the word the sailors use....
JOXER:
Aw it's a darlin' word, a daarlin' word.
BOYLE:
An' as it blowed an' blowed, I ofen looked up at the sky an'
assed meself the question - what is the stars, what is the stars?
JOXER:
Ah, that's the question, that's the question - what is the stars?
BOYLE:
An' then, I'd have another look, an' I'd ass meself - what is the
moon?
JOXER:
Ah, that's the question - what is the moon, what is the moon?"
Sean O'Casey, Juno and the Paycock, Act I (1924)
Wednesday, 4 July 2012
The Higgs boson or God’s particle
Post by the AFP...the press article on the CERN website...but the video which triggered it is nowhere to be found.
but I found
The live announcement of the particle's 'discovery'.
and
a more thorough, albeit complex, summary of the particle's characteristics.
Expensive...but not quite so.
Vente de "The Lock" de John Constable. Article intéressant en soi, mais l'est plus encore le classement des 10 oeuvres les plus chères de l'histoire qui suit directement l'article.
Abrir los ojos
"In the face of suffering, one has no right to turn away, not to see."
Elie Wiesel, writer, Nobel laureate (b. 1928)
Monday, 2 July 2012
Battements de paupières
Battement de paupières
Ses
pieds dans l'herbe.
Flou
blanc et vert.
La
pointe et le coup de pied
Comme
éperonnant la terre.
Frôlant
juste le sol
Comme
un djinn aérien
Passant
par-dessus moi.
Une
ombre blanche
Et
sereine, avance.
Battement
de paupières
Ses
mains fripées par l'eau
Essuient
une tomate
Expertement
Sous
le robinet.
Battement
de paupières
Un
rire perdu dans la nuit
Souvenir
d'un rêve
Fait
la veille
À
table.
Secouée
de rires
Dans
son sommeil.
Battement
de paupières
Ses
doigts remettent en place
Une
mèche rebelle
Geste
brusque
Derrière
le lobe de son oreille.
Ses
deux sourcils
Dessinent
un grand V
Irrité.
Battement
de paupières
Chair
de poule
Un
matin d'été
Long
cheveu blond
Sinuant
entre ses omoplates.
Battement
de paupières
Coup
d'oeil dérobé
De
sa robe de cocktail.
Droite
comme un crayon.
Visiblement
intéressée.
Battement
de paupières
Coup
d'oeil à la dérobée
Entre
deux phrases
Et
un battement de paupière
Plus
sensible qu'un clin d'oeil
Destiné
et connu de moi seul.
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