this is about cocaine isn’t it
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Me love all this music!
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Mirror in February
Thomas Kinsella
The day dawns, with scent of must and rain,
Of opened soil, dark trees, dry bedroom air.
Under the fading lamp, half-dressed - my brain
Idling on some compulsive fantasy -
I towel my shaven jaw and stop, and stare.
Riveted by a dark exhausted eye,
A dry downturning mouth.
It seems again that it is time to learn,
In this contented, crumbling place of growth
To which, for the time being, I return.
Now plainly in the mirror of my soul
I read that I have looked my last on youth
And little more: for they are not made whole
That reach the age of Christ.
Below my window the awakening trees,
Hacked clean for better bearing, stand defaced
Suffering their brute necessities;
And how should the flesh not quail, that span for span
Is mutilated more? In slow distaste
I fold my towel with what grace I can,
Not young, and not renewable, but man.
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Mindysan it is the highlight of my day when you like my post! Bonus cover version:
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That dominion is because she (or, well, Afrodite) was seen as having been born in Cyprus, which had some of the biggest copper deposits of the Mediterranean region. Indeed, the name of the island comes from Kúpros, meaning “cuprous” or coppery.
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Radiolab did a story about this in 2011. After I listened to it, I took some pictures of myself and laterally flipped them to see if it made a difference. After that I started parting my hair on the other side.
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I’ve been planning a self-portrait project. Now, I’m going flip each image as part of the process to determine which versions I prefer. Thanks for the idea!
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