Before the Fall, Man was absolute wisdom, and was the circumference of everything. Nothing then existed outside Albion: sun moon, stars, the center of the earth and the depth of the sea, were all within his mind and body, a body fully conscious of being alive, not only in its brain but in all parts of itself down to the feet. Hence "opening a centre", as described above, is the imagination's way of reversing the fallen perspective of the world, and uniting an individual imagination with the universal one. This union is completed when in our vision the recurrent throb of existence which we know as time becomes the pulsating heart of a sleeping Man, and the revolving globes of the sky, seen as within instead of outside a human mind and body, becomes the corpuscles in a human bloodstream which is also the fourfold river of Paradise. That is what Blake means when he says that time is a pulsation of the artery, and space a globule of blood. In eternity all the homes of the soul, the body, the palace, the city and the garden, are one; and the eternal community of men is also the real presence of a divine body, whose blood is the new wine created from the water of nature.Fearful Symmetry by Northrop Frye, pg 350-351
mar, le 26 mai 2009, 20:42
Kenneth the Page read the bible in science class huh?
ven, le 22 mai 2009, 11:03
puzzle piece
Portland cyclists honor those killed on public streets
Thursday, May 21, 2009
By MIKE BENNER, Kgw.com
PORTLAND, Ore. -- More than three dozen cyclists honored fellow riders who were killed or injured on public roads Wednesday night during the fourth annual Ride of Silence in Portland.
The ride meant a great deal to Jim Parsons, who was hit by a car while bike riding in October 2007. His leg was broken in two places but he survived.
“If you don't have a motor you still have a right to the road. It's a public right of way and it's sad that so many people get killed every year,” he said.
Parsons has become an activist for bicycling since the accident.
“You hit an activist and you've only hit the activation button. I went from being a little involved to -- I'm reawakened and the fire is relit,” he said.
The group cycled past the corner of NE 69th Avenue and Fremont, where a drunk driver hit cyclist Eric Davidson.
Davidson suffered brain damage in the collision.
The cyclists also rode past the intersection of NE 57th Ave. and Prescott St., where cyclist Sandy Bass was killed last week when he rode in front of an oncoming car.
Parsons said he “understood” that cyclists had been found responsible in the last few deaths the community had endured.
“The last couple of people killed weren't in the right, but still, a simple mistake cost somebody their life,” he said.
Cyclists asked that everyone practice courtesy and safety, regardless of how many wheels you travel on.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
By MIKE BENNER, Kgw.com
PORTLAND, Ore. -- More than three dozen cyclists honored fellow riders who were killed or injured on public roads Wednesday night during the fourth annual Ride of Silence in Portland.
The ride meant a great deal to Jim Parsons, who was hit by a car while bike riding in October 2007. His leg was broken in two places but he survived.
“If you don't have a motor you still have a right to the road. It's a public right of way and it's sad that so many people get killed every year,” he said.
Parsons has become an activist for bicycling since the accident.
“You hit an activist and you've only hit the activation button. I went from being a little involved to -- I'm reawakened and the fire is relit,” he said.
The group cycled past the corner of NE 69th Avenue and Fremont, where a drunk driver hit cyclist Eric Davidson.
Davidson suffered brain damage in the collision.
The cyclists also rode past the intersection of NE 57th Ave. and Prescott St., where cyclist Sandy Bass was killed last week when he rode in front of an oncoming car.
Parsons said he “understood” that cyclists had been found responsible in the last few deaths the community had endured.
“The last couple of people killed weren't in the right, but still, a simple mistake cost somebody their life,” he said.
Cyclists asked that everyone practice courtesy and safety, regardless of how many wheels you travel on.
ven, le 15 mai 2009, 11:35
http://urbanprankster.com/2009/05/three-year-epic-prank-on-one-stranger/
This prank is almost six years old, but we just heard about it and had to share it:
In 2002, Dylan Reiff and Joe Korsmo began tracking the internet activities of Kolin, aka V. Gnome, an 18-year old computer gamer. They monitored and recorded Kolin’s AOL instant messages and gathered information about his friends and family from other sources on the net. Blending this data with scenarios from videogames and sci-fi films, they developed a mythology in which Kolin is “singled out as the savior of the human race.” The story is told in Gem Missile: A Tribute to V. Gnome, a 40-page book that incorporates photographs of Kolin and excerpts from his personal correspondence. In August 2003, Reiff and Korsmo showed up on Kolin’s parent’s doorstep in Chicago. Reiff introduced himself as “Z. Figiam,” Kolin’s “mentor from the future,” presented him with the book, and left without further explanation.It’s an epic tale and one best read from the perspective of Kolin, the “victim” of this awesome prank. It’s a long read, but it’s worth it: Future Shock: A Three Year Cross Country Adventure to Save the World
The plot thickened several days later with Kolin posted a detailed description of the encounter to an on-line gaming forum, along with digital photos of every page in the book. Members of the forum quickly added their own theories and responses, which ranged from close readings of the text and speculations about the gender of its authors, to admissions of jealousy and accusations that Kolin had invented the story in order to get a high rating for his thread (which in a few weeks had received over 40,000 hits).
A year passed after this initial contact. In August 2004, Reiff and Korsmo mailed Kolin a package containing a photograph of their meeting a year earlier, along with a note, a certificate, and a plane ticket to Minneapolis. Kolin was met at the airport by a man in a beat up Lincoln Town Car who identified himself as “The Gatekeeper.” For two days, Kolin was lead around the city in search of robots, buried treasure and information needed to save the future. Reiff and Korsmo involved numerous actors and another on-line gamer who, equally baffled, was driven with Kolin to a forest and abandoned there. At some point, Kolin noticed that his new friend had mysteriously disappeared. “I stood there alone in the woods, in Minnesota, with a shovel and a large black locked box, more confused then I have ever been in my life.” Kolin survived the trip and posted a detailed account of his adventure, concluding, “it was a great experience, and I would not hesitate to save the future again, if the chance ever arose.”
lun, le 27 avr 2009, 16:19
Built to Last
Ten years since the Springtime of Broken Chairs, ten whole years. So unbelievable. I never thought I'd ever get out of that place, and sure I've gone back a few times, but there is no arguing about ten years, no one thought that was possible and I was definitely one of them. Sam Coomes on roxicord, so excellent. He lasted too, I just saw him play a few weeks ago. I get chills again listening to this.
Broken Chairs your body conforms to
Out beyond the quieted garden
You can bring the man form into trust
Through the holes in my everyday-ness
Lends sustenance
Where starvation's necessary
Cause my head's a dictionary
Of long spring days and the speech of crows
Who themselves are mirrors of apprehension
In the fallen sun
Where starvation's necessary
Cause my head's a dictionary
Of long spring days and the speech of crows
Who themselves are mirrors of apprehension
In the fallen sun
Well alright
You can make it stay
Well alright
Well alright
Well alright
You can make it stay
Well alright
Alright
Alright
Alright.
Broken Chairs your body conforms to
Out beyond the quieted garden
You can bring the man form into trust
Through the holes in my everyday-ness
Lends sustenance
Where starvation's necessary
Cause my head's a dictionary
Of long spring days and the speech of crows
Who themselves are mirrors of apprehension
In the fallen sun
Where starvation's necessary
Cause my head's a dictionary
Of long spring days and the speech of crows
Who themselves are mirrors of apprehension
In the fallen sun
Well alright
You can make it stay
Well alright
Well alright
Well alright
You can make it stay
Well alright
Alright
Alright
Alright.
