https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m0007wvz

 

JOSIE LONG

Unquenchable pleasure:why-how-id

 

Engineering Passive Suicide

Engineering something is easy once you know how. The easiest thing to engineer is behaviour.

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Charlotte Mew: The Heart of Hidden Things -AUDIO BBC Sounds Unexplainable beauty of words flowing from the heart

Charlotte Mew: The Heart of Hidden Things -AUDIO BBC Sounds Unexplainable beauty of words flowing from the heart

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m000bdm2

Do roses grow…when you have not seen any light…what happens there I do not know…

Biting his rosary to bits…

I did not look when he called on me these eyes I did not see

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The Windhover (Common Kestral) by Gerald Manley Hopkins he hovered I love him

The Windhover
by
Gerald Manley Hopkins
To Christ Our Lord
I caught this morning morning’s minion, king-
dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!

Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!

No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.

When science can't explain desire,passion, connection, magical waves, connsumation and subsumation
When science can’t explain desire,passion, connection, magical waves,consummation and subsummation

when the night drags like a tadpole

undulating towards

metamorphosis

when the day seeks the night

rotating

blackness

in here an evaporation

deep wells of

milky way reflect

on the lighted

seas

where the boat rocks in

cosmic indifference

to

the slippery hand

of

Perseus

 

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