
The eagles that fly swim, says Chomsky. It is the minimum distance for thought to become language.
04 Sunday Oct 2020
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The eagles that fly swim, says Chomsky. It is the minimum distance for thought to become language.
03 Saturday Oct 2020

You are crossing my organic nights
Your love for clarity and our bodies
sweeping uncertain bitumen with
our unfinished shadows
Every morning we breathe the fresh air
We lie our faces upon the soft pillow
The richness of Your beauty is all I see
Every drop of rain is our desire upon our outstretched hands
Each hole is road round open
Each house is beehive
and the fruit upon our lips are the more mature
Our silences deliver the heart like rain, frost, the sun, make clay clay
Our inner duration will never stifle bird songs
29 Tuesday Sep 2020
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Golden doves Rest on your cheeks.
But your heart is a whirling wind And your blood like my blood rustles
Sweetly By the raspberry bushes.
My thoughts run rings around you, Just ask the night –
No-one can play As I do with your hands,
Build castles as I do With golden fingers,
Fortresses with high towers: Then we play at robbers on the beach.
Splendour fills my being When you arrive.
And when you press me close to you I can see your heart starring.
Your entrails Are scintillating lizards.
You are of a gold, a gold so deep That all lips hold their breath.
Else Lasker-Schüler
27 Sunday Sep 2020
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A smell from which all memory constructs itself.

27 Sunday Sep 2020
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Free me from the time from which you have passed and absolve me from within your presence. Like red roses in the hours of twilight draw back from the faded marriage of things.
Walter Benjamin

17 Thursday Sep 2020
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I want to become tolerant, without neglecting anything: I wish I didn’t persecute anyone, even if everyone persecutes me; become better, without realizing it, become sadder, but willingly live; become more peaceful, be happy in others; not belonging to anyone, grow in everyone ; loving the best, console the worst: hating no more, not even myself.
Elias Canetti, The Clipboard, 1942-1972 (from The Man Province)

15 Tuesday Sep 2020
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Flying over the Rocky mountains with a small plane can be intimidating. The mountains are enormous towers of solid rocks, fortunately, it’s possible to cross it over terrain as low as 6000 ft. VFR routes are the fasted way to cross without actually flying over any mountains. This gives you a sense of security knowing that if you have mechanical issues, there is a chance of making a successful landing on the road or valley below, and being rescued quickly.
Flying direct will take some time off of your trip. If you haven’t flown through the mountains yet, don’t bother going direct. The half hour of flying time you save to get to the destination will not make up for the entire time you are worrying about your engine quitting and the jagged rocks below. If you have a Ballistic Chute installed, this worry will not be as high, but survival in the middle of nowhere is still a concern if something does actually go wrong. Engines have been known to fail, no matter how much it cost or who built it.
12 Saturday Sep 2020
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11 Friday Sep 2020
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Where to escape in the useless and perverse rebellion? I am obsessed. The blue! The blue! The Blue! The blue!
Stephane Mallarmé (The Blue, VV. 35-36) 35-36)
11 Friday Sep 2020
Posted in Lighthouse, The Light


I sailed 118 miles to see Sheringham Lighthouse. It was built after 126 people died in 1906 ship sinking. This lighthouse survived wars and disasters and is still standing proudly facing the Pacific Ocean. A truly magical place, untouched and beautifully forlorn.
Sailing there early in the morning will be calm and you will have a tidal push toward your destination. You will notice the ocean swell as soon as you cross the bar. It is not bad but it is there to remind you that you are headed for the West Coast.
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