I’ve been forced to explain homosexuality to my kids (aged 3 and 4) because their uncle is gay. This incredibly difficult and traumatic experience went as follows:
Child: Why does Uncle Bob go everywhere with Pete?
Me: Because they’re in love, just like Mummy and Daddy are.
Child: Oh. Can I have a biscuit?
We’re all scarred for life. Scarred, I tell you."
KateP, Internet commenter
When troubled thunder seeks torn asunder
Through clouds of anger glows adherent wonder
Send a whisper to the Moon
Twenty six long days go by
Say your goodbyes, and send a whisper to the Moon
Pick up your ear and hold it skyward
On tip toes three hundred and eleven hours unanswered
No whisper from the Moon
The void between
Much larger than had seemed
Will bring scale to your struggles, as dreamed
Send that whisper to the Moon
Today, I downloaded the newly released Radiohead album ‘The King of Limbs’. I decided to tweet a single thought about each track as I listened. I am recording them here for posterity.
Track 1 - Bloom. Sounds of ‘The Eraser’ instantly permeate. My arms resemble chicken skin.
Track 2 - Morning Mr Magpie. Familiar cadence. My foot may be tapping a different beat, my rhythmical impotence cares not.
Track 3 - Little by little. Controlled panic. Nursery rhymelike chorus. Is this ‘The Eraser’s Amnesiac?
Track 4 - Feral. Yorkes voice is an instrument. Colin’s bass is sublime. I have just become aware of my head bobbing.
Track 5 - Lotus Flower. Second listen after watching Thom’s earlier video of Tilda Swinton in a bowler hat. I’m being seduced.
Track 6 - Codex. It’s the little things that get me. Thom is making love with the piano. I feel delicate.
Track 7 - Give up the ghost. There should be a guitar effects pedal called ‘Thom’s voice’. He layers it beautifully.
Track 8 - Separator. Swirling harmonics tease. I know this is the last one. I look at the track length. I try and pause time.
That was the longest kiss. 37 minutes and 29 seconds of rapture for my aural receivers. Thank you @radiohead #kingoflimbs
Mars is all Red,
Earth is Pale Blue,
Look close that dot,
For on it sits you.
On the 14th February 1990 Voyager 1, having completed its primary mission, turned around to looked back at us and took this humbling image of the Earth.
‘A mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam’ - Carl Sagan
The crucified planet Earth,
should it find a voice
and a sense of irony,
might now well say
of our abuse of it,
“Forgive them, Father,
They know not what they do.”
The irony would be
that we know what
we are doing.
When the last living thing
has died on account of us,
how poetical it would be
if Earth could say,
in a voice floating up
from the floor
of the Grand Canyon,
“It is done.”
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