XVII. Un arbre bien chargé
The following year was a Holy Year in Spain, the Año Santo Compostelano, which occurs whenever the day of Saint
James of Compostela, July 25, falls on a Sunday. A special door to the
cathedral in Santiago stands open for 365 days, and according to tradition,
anyone who goes through that door receives special blessings. –Paulo Coelho’s The Zahir, translated by Margaret Jull
Costa (2005)
[The page is marked with a Levenger Page nib, phosphorus bronze etched with the proprietary tree, which, upside down, I took to be a “5” on the diary entry for] 25 July 1926
Today at Printemps I saw this notebook in this marvelous embossed binding and couldn’t help myself, I bought it. I am going to keep a diary again. True, I’ll try not to write down my ecstasies over the Seine, and Notre Dame, and the museums, and the Eiffel Tower, and all the rest. All those oohs and ahs have dried up after two weeks in Paris.
But I need a notebook to record the sensations that no one but me has ever experienced before or ever will! Because what is happening to me right now belongs to me alone! Me. I suddenly felt that the old me had begun to vanish, become transparent, and the other life was showing through me. –Mikhail Shishkin’s Maidenhair, translated by Marian Schwartz (2012)
[The page is marked with a Levenger Page nib, phosphorus bronze etched with the proprietary tree, which, upside down, I took to be a “5” on the diary entry for] 25 July 1926
Today at Printemps I saw this notebook in this marvelous embossed binding and couldn’t help myself, I bought it. I am going to keep a diary again. True, I’ll try not to write down my ecstasies over the Seine, and Notre Dame, and the museums, and the Eiffel Tower, and all the rest. All those oohs and ahs have dried up after two weeks in Paris.
But I need a notebook to record the sensations that no one but me has ever experienced before or ever will! Because what is happening to me right now belongs to me alone! Me. I suddenly felt that the old me had begun to vanish, become transparent, and the other life was showing through me. –Mikhail Shishkin’s Maidenhair, translated by Marian Schwartz (2012)
Enjoined in the eagerness to dispute the blackthorn winter, followed by
the Kolkhida hairpin
From the Trialeti, a place of wandering, housed in the Georgian museum; not far from Arkady Shaikhet’s 1939 shoot of the peatery—
The golden one, of Colchis may have tied back the tressed centaury of an Achaemenidian tribute modelled by Herodotus (III.97)—
Professing broad hindwings and isosceles discal cells patterning the mystery odonatan, in a necklace of Abbas Kiarostami’s heroine of Copie Conforme (2010), and unique to a dragonfly—
To mention close-witnessed rectal tracheal gills on the Spanish Steps between weddings, from a vantage favoring brusque
Talk of the oak buffet (October 1870)—Stradivari (1644-1737 C.E.) developed his tone woods with such propolis; from a varnished black brood comb safeguarding a bolster of fine down by the muscovy, pato mudo, or mute duck, on its porcelain eggs placed by the Shulamite, who lies in wait for the voice of the beloved that knocks—Bonded wax
Of the coin into a signet etched with lettered N T, nedum teguminis; much more, or still less, one's husk, and the number two, of Gian Lorenzo Bernini’s bozzetti of Teresa of Ávila, from the discalced order the arrow reveals (1622 C.E.), and spared, in his wax (1647-1652 C.E.)—
We added Jasper Johns encaustics of nations; tracing their lineage from Faiyum funerary portraits, and here, the Musa Polimnia (XVI or XVIII century) of an intact medieval fortress city en route to Siena—Over the Ippogeo Melone I del Sodo (450 B.C.E); the negotiated hairpin
Turns, with consoling cypresses, a swell of adjoining tombs of husband and wife, over which Bernini trekked from Arezzo to Piero della Francesca’s Dream of the True Cross (1455 C.E.); later, behind which a curtain whispers, above the Scala Regia, Constantine (1654-1670 C.E.)—The brusque
Steward denies the spirit's corked; far from Rome's ecclesiastical candle soot, here, an open-door nave’s repurposed nightstand contains wild marjoram, wintersweet, the Romans's joy of the mountains, and hosts an alighted brown hairstreak—Four blood moons (2014) oversee its overwintering geodesic eggs among galls and spinous nectaries of staining sloes pricked for épinette and bargnolino—Au fait with all we drink, to forget, while remaining temperate, reading the lees of drying damp malt over the peatery
Imparting smoke, which, in part tans the clubbed man, arrow-felled in the Ötztal Alps thawing his last meal of ibex and plums, legano i denti, twisting the teeth into a grimace (1991)—Herodotus’s
Inhabited world, the feminine oikouménē, contracts Areatha, the Etruscan Ariadne, for her clews, and no more than a ball of cells, than a child from every man—Matured to the mule-drawn ballista from Trajan’s Column (XXXI/XL) a proscribed five Roman feet (147.85 cm), and this thread, paying out our nativities, with the grace of three bids for bottomless Coke bottles groundsped against the more perfect flicker fusion frequency of the dragonfly
Ocellus from the Via Giolitti, before the caved decagonal nymphaeum, and Piranesi engraving, XVI. Tempio di Minerva Medica (1756), midstream between the Domus Aurea (68 C.E.) and the Pantheon (126 C.E.) on which variant dragonflies
Deflect the Sun on sprays of Venus hair, Adiantum—A five-fingered specimen pearling water that morning spree’s as Marie Bashkirtsev with her dogs, and a nevertheless spoken, but unrecorded, Kupala of the summer solstice—The huntsman’s boy; in the 1884 Grand Palais hanging, chewing on a wax
Cord, looped a pole to displace a swarm, and fulfill the Kiev cathedral honey tithe—Herodotus,
As if inclining us to antithesis, the Sun arrived in the constellation Cancer (118.20 degrees), from there, from an extracted peatery
In Drenthe (1883), or June 1961 Berck-Plage, of a transient vein, that kept us from the gamelans of Fête de la Musique, followed by the holiday’s departing of ice-covered scallops of Finisterre—Opposing the mind’s eye's first taken approach of your copper hairpin
And thistle blouse, into that loving, twisted sheet so senselessly pessimistic abroad, and for the nuclear fallout looked-for at home, demurring the brusque
From the Trialeti, a place of wandering, housed in the Georgian museum; not far from Arkady Shaikhet’s 1939 shoot of the peatery—
The golden one, of Colchis may have tied back the tressed centaury of an Achaemenidian tribute modelled by Herodotus (III.97)—
Professing broad hindwings and isosceles discal cells patterning the mystery odonatan, in a necklace of Abbas Kiarostami’s heroine of Copie Conforme (2010), and unique to a dragonfly—
To mention close-witnessed rectal tracheal gills on the Spanish Steps between weddings, from a vantage favoring brusque
Talk of the oak buffet (October 1870)—Stradivari (1644-1737 C.E.) developed his tone woods with such propolis; from a varnished black brood comb safeguarding a bolster of fine down by the muscovy, pato mudo, or mute duck, on its porcelain eggs placed by the Shulamite, who lies in wait for the voice of the beloved that knocks—Bonded wax
Of the coin into a signet etched with lettered N T, nedum teguminis; much more, or still less, one's husk, and the number two, of Gian Lorenzo Bernini’s bozzetti of Teresa of Ávila, from the discalced order the arrow reveals (1622 C.E.), and spared, in his wax (1647-1652 C.E.)—
We added Jasper Johns encaustics of nations; tracing their lineage from Faiyum funerary portraits, and here, the Musa Polimnia (XVI or XVIII century) of an intact medieval fortress city en route to Siena—Over the Ippogeo Melone I del Sodo (450 B.C.E); the negotiated hairpin
Turns, with consoling cypresses, a swell of adjoining tombs of husband and wife, over which Bernini trekked from Arezzo to Piero della Francesca’s Dream of the True Cross (1455 C.E.); later, behind which a curtain whispers, above the Scala Regia, Constantine (1654-1670 C.E.)—The brusque
Steward denies the spirit's corked; far from Rome's ecclesiastical candle soot, here, an open-door nave’s repurposed nightstand contains wild marjoram, wintersweet, the Romans's joy of the mountains, and hosts an alighted brown hairstreak—Four blood moons (2014) oversee its overwintering geodesic eggs among galls and spinous nectaries of staining sloes pricked for épinette and bargnolino—Au fait with all we drink, to forget, while remaining temperate, reading the lees of drying damp malt over the peatery
Imparting smoke, which, in part tans the clubbed man, arrow-felled in the Ötztal Alps thawing his last meal of ibex and plums, legano i denti, twisting the teeth into a grimace (1991)—Herodotus’s
Inhabited world, the feminine oikouménē, contracts Areatha, the Etruscan Ariadne, for her clews, and no more than a ball of cells, than a child from every man—Matured to the mule-drawn ballista from Trajan’s Column (XXXI/XL) a proscribed five Roman feet (147.85 cm), and this thread, paying out our nativities, with the grace of three bids for bottomless Coke bottles groundsped against the more perfect flicker fusion frequency of the dragonfly
Ocellus from the Via Giolitti, before the caved decagonal nymphaeum, and Piranesi engraving, XVI. Tempio di Minerva Medica (1756), midstream between the Domus Aurea (68 C.E.) and the Pantheon (126 C.E.) on which variant dragonflies
Deflect the Sun on sprays of Venus hair, Adiantum—A five-fingered specimen pearling water that morning spree’s as Marie Bashkirtsev with her dogs, and a nevertheless spoken, but unrecorded, Kupala of the summer solstice—The huntsman’s boy; in the 1884 Grand Palais hanging, chewing on a wax
Cord, looped a pole to displace a swarm, and fulfill the Kiev cathedral honey tithe—Herodotus,
As if inclining us to antithesis, the Sun arrived in the constellation Cancer (118.20 degrees), from there, from an extracted peatery
In Drenthe (1883), or June 1961 Berck-Plage, of a transient vein, that kept us from the gamelans of Fête de la Musique, followed by the holiday’s departing of ice-covered scallops of Finisterre—Opposing the mind’s eye's first taken approach of your copper hairpin
And thistle blouse, into that loving, twisted sheet so senselessly pessimistic abroad, and for the nuclear fallout looked-for at home, demurring the brusque
Wood-fire baking of Tarbes, gâteau à la broche, the Zahir returns, to restage, in a brusque
Attempt to outdo, the vermilion-highlighted 31st path; approximately one saeculum, opening to the installation of the Bonnards’s modernized bathroom (1926); south-facing, with ample light firing pyrophones of the faucets—You suggest, with the dragonfly’s
Pterostigma to glide, if not an alteration of arcanum, then of form—What then, if copies of hairpins,
Drawn from run-of-the-mill demoiselles or dowager concubines, betray a hair fetish, and fear of castration, with each follicle responsive to androgens—Declaring the newel post of Rauschenberg’s Coca-Cola Plan (1958) as a hive, or a wig form with rubbed eyes, after the son of Chiron’s wife, to which you pull back into the enclosed space of wordlessness, never mind how the Egyptians styled both sexes with wax
To set under sunlight—All this was yet to happen, Senusret’s pink obelisk; penned in a Goreyesque herringbone, beneath the Piazza’s dolphins whiskered rostra from glanced change—Herodotus
Paid particular attention to hair; Kiarostami’s Report (1977) was banned, for the wife’s uncovered head—Until the incommoded fastening of characters peters
Out, and with it, the unintended sense of seventeen in Italian (VIXI)—How Akhmatova’s feather brushed against the roof of the carriage (1913), until a rock dove, with dystocia, lands on the balcony, and the context gathers moss, into a peatery
Shorted between a phase and ground, for arc of your neck—Speculating on the weak neck and rounded legs of an infant in the apotropaic Bes; ubiquitous on child beds and sarcophagi, interjecting that we no longer require grave thoughts, to express our admiration; however brusque—
All that is recalled of that dream, and bedside reading, of the fifth century myrrh egg and phoenix of Heliopolis, from where Augustus absconded with the very same obelisk (30 B.C.E), whose tip is in sight of our window, and claimed by Herodotus—
There is a forger’s satisfaction in interleaving anachronisms, from drawing the motive of Tercer Abedecario Espiritual, the Fifth, the Sixth (1537-1540) gently, your back—Elsewhere, from a Roman room, “A Dish of Peaches in Russia” (1939), to figure who is speaking—Having been once apprenticed to a Venetian foundry (1630), Giovanna Garzoni left to apply her hairline weights of insects on the Medici’s plates, and she relished touching the bloom of cuticular wax
From the orange trees of her patrons mistaken for the Median apples abounding in Iranian Kazakhstan since the Persian campaigns (334-331 B.C.E), which Bartolomeo Bimbi later painted, in the Villa della Topaia’s 116 varieties of grafted citrus (1715)—Young Bernini, deficient of the dragonfly’s
Planes of polarization that often strikes human sensitivity blind, felt the haze of abduction, for the virtuosity, the density of Pluto’s hand (1622), which leads to many inaccurate renditions, as Vasily Demut-Malinovsky’s copy (1811), aptly, at The National Mineral Resources University—Such volatilities are set, if to be reconciled, in these expanding DNA hairpins
Of the sequence—In spite of Garzoni’s disputed chastity, she knew of Tuscan women giving birth, but before, foraging; as she did, for the split rhizome and discrete flowering of herself, Mandragora (1650); failing this, Bernini buries the Corpus (1650) in his private collection—Taking in hairpin
Views of Valdichiana, the surfeit of views, we come forth from the varicolored church with a blue door, walking distance from a museum of a tree tipped in red coral (1350-1471), whose lapidary statement is, refined from two decades, restated in the trefoils as repeated merkavahs, the chariots—Onward, to Monterchi’s Madonna del Parto, where Piero della Francesca has shown the peatery
Of her red curtain (1457)—The July music festival at Anghiari (29 June 1440), and scene of a battle whose dramatics undermined Leonardo, whose haste of fixing it with bonfires, caused the entire encaustic to flow (1503)—So much driving, in the attempt to correspond the master tree of the brown hairstreak, in the needle-like travels of dragonflies,
Instead, they instruct us with the ambiplexus of a heart—To his striving vexation, at seeing Garzoni in the Barberini collection, Caravaggio is driven on to Still Life with Fruit on a Stone Ledge (1601-5), a sacrifice sufficient of Abel riven by its own ripeness—Tempering a brusque
Manner from the biting lizard (1594-6), after Sofonisba Anguissola’s Boy Bitten by a Crab (1554); gains are the fruit of venturing, if affording Herodotus
Once again—The lust of seeing qualifies, appeases the blood meal amendment on the espaliered peaches waxing
Toward fullness—Over the Porta Alchemica, of what has not been demolished as Rome expands, over the hairpin jamb of Villa Palombara, waxing, A dragon guards the entrance of the magic garden of the Hesperides, and, without Hercules, Jason would not have tasted the delights of Colchis—
Together, with Emblem XXI. Make of the man and woman a Circle, of that a Quadrangle, of this a Triangle, of the same a Circle and you will have the Stone of the Philosophers, Atalanta Fugiens (1618)—XXXI., for the three of them, He that delivers me shall have a great reward—Herodotus, if he could, would have named on his palate the domain of this universal peatery
We stood before, composed, now at the entrance that presented its ciphers to Queen Christina, Bernini, and Cassini, peppered with maidenhair moss, and stunned that dragonflies are drawn to the flora of these fashions; unlike us, dodging brusque Vespas over the arcades
For the 31st path for organs of circulation; confluent in both bodies, the lion a fiery cherub indicating the placement of statuettes of Bes, Si Sedes Non Is—
Attempt to outdo, the vermilion-highlighted 31st path; approximately one saeculum, opening to the installation of the Bonnards’s modernized bathroom (1926); south-facing, with ample light firing pyrophones of the faucets—You suggest, with the dragonfly’s
Pterostigma to glide, if not an alteration of arcanum, then of form—What then, if copies of hairpins,
Drawn from run-of-the-mill demoiselles or dowager concubines, betray a hair fetish, and fear of castration, with each follicle responsive to androgens—Declaring the newel post of Rauschenberg’s Coca-Cola Plan (1958) as a hive, or a wig form with rubbed eyes, after the son of Chiron’s wife, to which you pull back into the enclosed space of wordlessness, never mind how the Egyptians styled both sexes with wax
To set under sunlight—All this was yet to happen, Senusret’s pink obelisk; penned in a Goreyesque herringbone, beneath the Piazza’s dolphins whiskered rostra from glanced change—Herodotus
Paid particular attention to hair; Kiarostami’s Report (1977) was banned, for the wife’s uncovered head—Until the incommoded fastening of characters peters
Out, and with it, the unintended sense of seventeen in Italian (VIXI)—How Akhmatova’s feather brushed against the roof of the carriage (1913), until a rock dove, with dystocia, lands on the balcony, and the context gathers moss, into a peatery
Shorted between a phase and ground, for arc of your neck—Speculating on the weak neck and rounded legs of an infant in the apotropaic Bes; ubiquitous on child beds and sarcophagi, interjecting that we no longer require grave thoughts, to express our admiration; however brusque—
All that is recalled of that dream, and bedside reading, of the fifth century myrrh egg and phoenix of Heliopolis, from where Augustus absconded with the very same obelisk (30 B.C.E), whose tip is in sight of our window, and claimed by Herodotus—
There is a forger’s satisfaction in interleaving anachronisms, from drawing the motive of Tercer Abedecario Espiritual, the Fifth, the Sixth (1537-1540) gently, your back—Elsewhere, from a Roman room, “A Dish of Peaches in Russia” (1939), to figure who is speaking—Having been once apprenticed to a Venetian foundry (1630), Giovanna Garzoni left to apply her hairline weights of insects on the Medici’s plates, and she relished touching the bloom of cuticular wax
From the orange trees of her patrons mistaken for the Median apples abounding in Iranian Kazakhstan since the Persian campaigns (334-331 B.C.E), which Bartolomeo Bimbi later painted, in the Villa della Topaia’s 116 varieties of grafted citrus (1715)—Young Bernini, deficient of the dragonfly’s
Planes of polarization that often strikes human sensitivity blind, felt the haze of abduction, for the virtuosity, the density of Pluto’s hand (1622), which leads to many inaccurate renditions, as Vasily Demut-Malinovsky’s copy (1811), aptly, at The National Mineral Resources University—Such volatilities are set, if to be reconciled, in these expanding DNA hairpins
Of the sequence—In spite of Garzoni’s disputed chastity, she knew of Tuscan women giving birth, but before, foraging; as she did, for the split rhizome and discrete flowering of herself, Mandragora (1650); failing this, Bernini buries the Corpus (1650) in his private collection—Taking in hairpin
Views of Valdichiana, the surfeit of views, we come forth from the varicolored church with a blue door, walking distance from a museum of a tree tipped in red coral (1350-1471), whose lapidary statement is, refined from two decades, restated in the trefoils as repeated merkavahs, the chariots—Onward, to Monterchi’s Madonna del Parto, where Piero della Francesca has shown the peatery
Of her red curtain (1457)—The July music festival at Anghiari (29 June 1440), and scene of a battle whose dramatics undermined Leonardo, whose haste of fixing it with bonfires, caused the entire encaustic to flow (1503)—So much driving, in the attempt to correspond the master tree of the brown hairstreak, in the needle-like travels of dragonflies,
Instead, they instruct us with the ambiplexus of a heart—To his striving vexation, at seeing Garzoni in the Barberini collection, Caravaggio is driven on to Still Life with Fruit on a Stone Ledge (1601-5), a sacrifice sufficient of Abel riven by its own ripeness—Tempering a brusque
Manner from the biting lizard (1594-6), after Sofonisba Anguissola’s Boy Bitten by a Crab (1554); gains are the fruit of venturing, if affording Herodotus
Once again—The lust of seeing qualifies, appeases the blood meal amendment on the espaliered peaches waxing
Toward fullness—Over the Porta Alchemica, of what has not been demolished as Rome expands, over the hairpin jamb of Villa Palombara, waxing, A dragon guards the entrance of the magic garden of the Hesperides, and, without Hercules, Jason would not have tasted the delights of Colchis—
Together, with Emblem XXI. Make of the man and woman a Circle, of that a Quadrangle, of this a Triangle, of the same a Circle and you will have the Stone of the Philosophers, Atalanta Fugiens (1618)—XXXI., for the three of them, He that delivers me shall have a great reward—Herodotus, if he could, would have named on his palate the domain of this universal peatery
We stood before, composed, now at the entrance that presented its ciphers to Queen Christina, Bernini, and Cassini, peppered with maidenhair moss, and stunned that dragonflies are drawn to the flora of these fashions; unlike us, dodging brusque Vespas over the arcades
For the 31st path for organs of circulation; confluent in both bodies, the lion a fiery cherub indicating the placement of statuettes of Bes, Si Sedes Non Is—
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The long white marble slab was clean, washed by rain or by someone who'd come by fairly recently. Emanuele climbed on top of it. Nora was about to stop him, but I held her back: she would have to let him do it. He patted the color photograph of Mrs. A. and studied the one of Renato beside it uncertainly. "Ciao," he said.
Lying on the marble, tummy down, one ear pressed against the stone for quite some time.
Anne Milano Appel's translation of Paolo Giordano's Il nero e l'argento (2014)
https://books.google.com/books?id=KDvCAgAAQBAJ&lpg=PA64&dq=Pascal%20Pens%C3%A9es%20%22Nothing%20would%20be%20too%20dear%20to%20me%20for%20Eternity%22&pg=PA64#v=onepage&q=Pascal%20Pens%C3%A9es%20%22Nothing%20would%20be%20too%20dear%20to%20me%20for%20Eternity%22&f=false
http://www.newyorker.com/culture/richard-brody/isabelle-hupperts-intellectual-sustenance-in-mia-hansen-loves-things-to-come
http://reverseshot.org/reviews/entry/962/certified_copy
There was deficient knowledge, then, about such things in Maidenhair. I feel more confident.
https://youtu.be/9BSXKgZKrts
Exercise 91.
The last tree ID of the semester recapitulates Gingko, with its own Division, Gingkophyta. The particularly ripe female specimen retained its putrescent seed capsules despite the frost.
Georgia. The Japanese zelkova is an ornamental elm with a name from the Caucasus signifying its wood quality, dzelkva, or 'stone pillar' in Georgian.
I wanted to avoid some connotations of the 31st path of Shin, the Aeon, with the sanitized Etteilla deck, but they are there, and apply. Now, do I return to the tarot of the Egyptians?
https://books.google.com/books?id=_XhhDwAAQBAJ&pg=PA174&dq=styrax+styrofoam++polymer&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjUg_H6ssL7AhWZl4kEHR_yC1AQ6AF6BAgKEAM#v=onepage&q=styrax%20styrofoam%20%20polymer&f=false
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https://www.planetary.org/space-missions/dragonfly
https://ccforum.biomedcentral.com/articles/10.1186/cc4832
"Evrim remembered everything they saw: Every frame of the recording. Every twitch of the Shapesinger's limbs. Evrim's did not collapse things into generalizations. Evrim's mind did not collapse things into generalizations. No. Everything remained inside it, whole, to be accessed when needed. It wasn't 'processing power,' but it was also not human.
Sometimes, as they worked together, Ha was startled to hear Evrim quote her own words back to her exactly as she had spoken them. Not only the same words, but the same rhythm, the same intonation and cadence. The perfect recall was abnormal, like Evrim playing a recording back of Ha's own voice. Evrim's mind was not a human mind. And one of the things that was most inhuman about Evrim was that inability to forget.
[...] they would not be now: without sleeping, and especially without forgetting, they must be drifting further and further away from anything that could be called 'human.' That's what we are, we humans—creatures that can forget. We have a horizon, beyond which we can remember very little. Nothing can reside in our minds forever, etched into us. No resentment, and no joy. Time rubs it away. Sleeps rubs it away—sleep, the factory of forgetting. And through forgetting, we reorganize our world, replace our old selves with new ones.
[...]
The symbol she was building was taking shape, its outline clear. Ha had been underwater for several minutes now. Her thoughts of Evrim, or of anything from the outside world, were gone. She was in it—the dive, the sound-world of the water around her, the warping stripes of the sun across the sandy bottom.
Ha adjusted some of the bottles. It would last, at the most, a few days before being buried in the sand. Now she began to fill it in, many shades of green and blue, the bottles whole and clean. This was more than a symbol. It was an offering. Ha built patterns of color inside it, sequences she innovated, selecting and placing each bottle with care. The bottles glowed, filled with sunlight. A temporary thing of, Ha hoped, beauty and demonstrated care. This is for you. This is a gift, first to be read and then used, used to decorate the houses of your city. Read it, and then take it away and use its materials. Keep them (244-5)."
— Ray Nayler's The Mountain in the Sea (2022)
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https://www.kathymorrowstudio.com/original-acrylic-paintings-on-canvas.html
https://youtu.be/b6ogsrQ3Hos
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Exercise 91.
Ray Nayler's The Tusks of Extinction (2024). To be read.
Perhaps looking back at Stephen Baxter's Icebones (2001) and Jeff VanderMeer's Hummingbird Salamander (2021), which I have not read.
The implications of the wild mammoth forgetting its human mind are appreciated in The Tusks of Extinction (2024), but they do not apply.
If I was not down for perfecting myself, you, and this interaction, I would not have the stamina and longevity that I do.
Eating skhug with my date chicken bowl with watermelon as a vasodilator of cerebral arteries before I go sit in this green glass-cladded office building for two hours.
https://thecafesucrefarine.com/zhoug-aka-zhug-shug-or-skhug/
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