All life is dangerous. We forget that,we who have been reared in one of the small pockets of civilization. For that is all that civilization really is, Easterbrook. Small pockets of men here and there  who have gathered together for mutual protection and  who thereby are able to outwit and control Nature. They have beaten the jungle – but that victory is only temporary. At any moment, the jungle will once more take command. Proud cities that were, are now mere mounds of earth, overgrown with rank vegetation, and the poor hovels of men who just manage to keep alive, no more. Life is always dangerous – never forget that. in the end, perhaps, not only great natural forces, but the work of our own hands may destroy it. We are very near to that happening at this moment…”

-Christie, The Pale Horse, 182.

[translation] 登鹳鹊楼 (Ascending White Stork Tower) by 王之涣 (Wang ZhiHuan)

登鹳鹊楼 王之涣 白日依山尽, 黄河入海流。 欲穷千里目, 更上一层楼。 Ascending White Stork Tower by Wang ZhiHuan The white sun sets behind the mountains, the yellow rivers flow into the sea. If you want to view limitless expanses, ascend one more level. I find this poem really interesting. The final two lines literally say, "If you want to see... Continue Reading →

“Cozy Cat” (Note 4 art)

My sister had a very cozy cat called Sophie. I was sad to hear that Sophie had to find a new home. She was a very snuggly cat. This picture was drawn on my Samsung Note 4, using the Painter app.

[posting][poetry] 华山 – Hua Shan (Mount Hua)

华山 步步登山。 由灰及蓝。 触尽天空。 夜尽日开。 生走向死。 我的人生 在两天理, 历久弥坚。 by 田思月 Hua Mountain by Tian SiYue (my Chinese pen name) Step by step, scale the mount, the grey path to the Blue. Touch the sky. The stars turn to sunrise. Birth passes into death - my life in two days grows more resolute with time.... Continue Reading →

[quote] Gerard Manley Hopkins – Pied Beauty

Glory be to God for dappled things –    For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;       For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;    Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;       And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange;    Whatever is... Continue Reading →

[literary] The Uncanny Landscape

The Uncanny Landscape In what ways do our environments reflect and link to ourselves and our health – and vice versa? In what ways is selfhood mirrored and submerged within our various internal and external landscapes? Stemming from revelations, how does the uncanny operate as a space for questioning and negotiation? Before answering these questions,... Continue Reading →

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