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May 22, 2012 at 7:53am
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We can’t get enough of the solar eclipse photos and footage. On this picture, sun spots are visible as the moon moves into full eclipse position. Unlike in a total solar eclipse, the moon in an annular eclipse appears too small to cover the sun completely, leaving a ‘ring of fire’ effect
Photograph: JAXA/NASA/Hinode via Getty Images

guardian:

We can’t get enough of the solar eclipse photos and footage. On this picture, sun spots are visible as the moon moves into full eclipse position. Unlike in a total solar eclipse, the moon in an annular eclipse appears too small to cover the sun completely, leaving a ‘ring of fire’ effect

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May 20, 2012 at 10:57pm
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After Petrarch

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May 13, 2012 at 3:15pm
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infinity-imagined:

RNA replication before and after the evolution of ribozymes.

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May 12, 2012 at 11:51am
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St. Bartholomew

St. Bartholomew

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11:50am
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Summons to a Judgement

There was a complacency of stone,

Unsettled by a faint perturbance

In the quality of consciousness,

Reflected in the prepared piano’s tone.

 

More and more came closer and closer

To the wood’s deep, dark and certain

Emptiness behind the green, infernal curtain.

Even as the dreams we dreamed were

 

Masked by that mystery we knew

Was not ours to answer

But never-the-less was just her

Way to keep us focused on bills come due

 

And credit unspent in a fractious season,

Held closer by the whirl of dancers

Who had been clad in a welter

Of wild floral patterns fractal beyond reason.

 

This is the dance you earned.

This is the wilderness you wanted.

This is the sleep nightmare prevented.

This is the lover once embraced, now spurned,

 

Who held you in her arms

And called your name to a heaven

Bereft of angels and as inhuman

As your own flayed skin is after rapture’s charm.

 

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11:45am
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Summons to a Judgement

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11:05am
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Diatonic Scales and Keys

Diatonic Scales and Keys

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11:03am
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Ceremony in C Minor

Incongruent birds carve random

curves across vacant sky.  Rapier wind

un-sheaths a silver whisper’s edge

against blood-red dawn’s un-slit throat—

threatens ruin or ransom.

Clouds like fleecy, unshorn sheep

congregate below a blue they can’t escape—

bleat for a freedom they’ll never know

from shepherds who are themselves in bondage

to a Lord who will not let them be

who they were meant to be

even though he made them who they were.

Anticipated arrivals have no perfect weather.

Sudden departures beg no questions

from muted stars. Day’s persecutions disappear

in the moon’s rear view mirror.

Night hunts departing dawn

like a starving guard stalks a crude intruder.

The last man standing strips the sleep

from bankrupt dreamers whose cruel maneuvers

bashful innocents can’t redeem.

Lost gods gather where their believers

left them, in burnt-out fields un-comprehended

by the forecast consciousness required before

dismemberment scattered what once mattered

back to the singular null where all began,

where blind souls blossom and all begins again.

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10:57am
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Ceremony in C Minor

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May 9, 2012 at 7:52am
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Auto-da-fé

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