This is a true color view of Saturn's north polar region, taken by Cassini's Imaging Science Subsystem (ISS) on June 26, 2013. You can see Saturn's mysterious hexagon in the center. This composite is made of images that were taken by Cassini's camera system, the Imaging Science Subsystem (ISS) on June 26, 2013 and received on Earth June 27, 2013. The camera was pointing toward SATURN at approximately 402,383 miles (647,573 kilometers) away, and the images were taken using the red, green, and blue filters. Credit: NASA / JPL / SSI / Val Klavans about.me/valerieklavans

Saturn's Hexagon #2 - From Val Klavans - https://flic.kr/p/eWSRAQ

“Frivolous” Humanities Helped Prisoners Survive in Communist Romania | Essay, Nexus | Zócalo Public Square In a recent New York Times article on the movement to promote university majors promising higher employment and income, Anthony Carnevale, a professor at

"If the study of literature or history were really that pointless, a government trying to control the minds of its subjects would not go to the trouble of putting humanities students and professors in jail."

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A Child's Calendar George Mackay Brown No visitors in January. A snowman smokes a cold pipe in the yard. They stand about like ancient women, The February hills. They have seen many a coming and going, the hills. In March Moorfea is littered With knock-kneed lambs. Daffodils at the door in April, Three shawled Marys. A lark splurges in galilees of sky. And in May A russet stallion shoulders the hill apart. The mares tremble. The June bee Bumps in the pane with a heavy bag of plunder. Strangers swarm in July With cameras, binoculars, bird books. He thumped the crag in August, A blind blue whale. September crofts get wrecked in blond surges. They struggle, the harvesters. They drag loaf and ale-kirn into winter. In October the fishmonger Argues, pleads, threatens at the shore. Nothing in November But tinkers at the door, keening, with cans. Some December midnight Christ, lord, lie warm in our byre. Here are stars, an ox, poverty enough.

Some December midnight
Christ, lord, lie warm in our byre.
Here are stars, an ox, poverty enough.

—George Mackay Brown, “A Child’s Calendar”
published in FISHERMEN WITH PLOUGHS (Hogarth Press 1971)
#Christmas #poetry

An image of a triangular formation of light cast across a wall in an alleyway

the light that failed

#photography
#35mm
#angles

An angular outdoor image of white concrete walls bathed in light. The image was taken near an art deco lido in Gourock, Scotland, so the walls have something of that washed out modernist quality to them

…radiance that shone behind the eyes, a band of vision drawn across me…

#lightworks
#scotland
#35mm
#modernist
#angular

aithussomenon

After Sappho (prologue) Selby Wynn Schwartz

If you bring central London to a halt in order to campaign against catastrophic climate change then you're a "barmy" eco "fanatic" who deserves to be locked up.

If you do the same to hang on to your multimillion pound inheritance tax exemption then you're a brave freedom fighter defying the odds

This is an approximate true color view of Saturn. Saturn's north polar hexagon stands out prominently while the planet casts a shadow upon its rings. This composite is made of images that were taken by Cassini's camera system, the Imaging Science Subsystem (ISS) on May 04, 2014 and received on Earth May 05, 2014. The camera was pointing toward SATURN at approximately 1,837,403 miles (2,957,013 kilometers) away, and the images were taken using the CB2, BL1, MT3, MT2, CL1 and CL2 filters. Credit: NASA / JPL / SSI / Val Klavans about.me/valerieklavans

Saturn "Storm Watch" - From Val Klavans - https://flic.kr/p/nvBf5d

The Difference It Makes (Original Mix) YouTube video by The MFA - Topic

archetype

A picture of Ailsa Craig on the Ayrshire coast, a small island of intensely hard microgranite that is quarried to make curling stones. The ocean water is dark blue, like ink, and there is white haze on the horizon line and in the clouds, bathing the rock in a haunting glow

…haunted by the glow of the rock // and what of the rock within, that stalks my dreams…

#ayrshire #scotland #lightworks

Mainly the depth of the roots I think - apparently they regrew v quickly after the blast. Just struck now by how they survived two momentous blasts - the asteroid millions of years ago that wiped out the dinosaurs, and the h-bomb - says a lot for rootedness as the posture of resilience!

They are ancient, but have profound recent history as well - ginkgo were among the ‘hibakujumoku’, trees that survived the blast in Hiroshima - a 250 million year old ‘living fossil’ meeting a 9 second reaction of searing destruction warps one’s sense of time and scale…

The Consent BY HOWARD NEMEROV Late in November, on a single night Not even near to freezing, the ginkgo trees That stand along the walk drop all their leaves In one consent, and neither to rain nor to wind But as though to time alone: the golden and green Leaves litter the lawn today, that yesterday Had spread aloft their fluttering fans of light. What signal from the stars

Love these trees! Apparently they drop all their leaves at once, or in “one consent”, as this poem puts it so nicely

Sandwood bay a while ago, before the light waned/dark waxed

Virginia Woolf reading a book, 1900.