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Great site with a ton of paleo recipes for ya.

The problem is not the problem. The problem is your attitude about the problem.

The body is holographic; therefore, when you change one biomarker, you change them all.

Deepak Chopra, Grow Younger Live Younger (via klingonweaponmastery)

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Hi everyone; as I'm sure you've noticed, there is no new poetry here. I have delved into other interests for the time being. Please visit my new blog about whole-being (pretentious, I know) fitness, here.

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Another GREAT mwod from... mwod. Classic shoulder/rotator cuff mushin'. Get a super friend and get on it. Original post here.

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Robert Creeley’s Was That A Real Poem Or Did You Just Make It Up Yourself.

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[This is the first of my newest series project, which I've entitled "Unfortunate Scrapbooking," wherein I cut words from a book entitled The History of Modern Painting: From Picasso to Surrealism (published 1950) and pair them with the extraordinary prints provided from the same book. It flagrantly flirts with plagiarism, but perhaps that's why it's so attractive. To call it poetry may be precocious - but I'll do it anyway.]

Unfortunate Scrapbooking, #1 Franz Léger, Nudes in the Forest, 1910. Rijksmuseum Kröller-Müller, Otterlo.

modern thought, great artists shaping predilections.

fugitive "impressions," art for art of art.

It was that which we felt was needed

it was not enough

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Awful drive. Lorries kept holding us up on narrow roads. Got to hospital. Ambulance went to wrong entrance. Backed out. Arrived. Young doctor in charge. Mervyn and he gave her 3mg sodium amatol. I sat in hall. Smoked. Felt frozen. A small single bar electric fire on wall. An old man in next room. Woman doctor went to phone. She was trying urgently to locate another doctor. He arrived. I went in. Olivia lying quietly. Still unconscious. She has an even chance, doctor said. They had tapped her spine. Not meningitis. It’s encephalitis. Mervyn left in my car. I stayed. Pat arrived and went in to see Olivia. Kissed her. Spoke to her. Still unconscious. I went in. I said, “Olivia… Olivia.” She raised her head slightly off pillow. Sister said don’t. I went out. We drank whiskey. I told doctor to consult experts. Call anyone. He called a man in Oxford. I listened. Instructions were given. Not much could be done. I first said I would stay on. Then I said I’d go back with Pat. Went. Arrived home. Called Philip Evans. He called hospital. Called me back. “Shall I come?” “Yes please.” I said I’d tell hospital he was coming. I called. Doc thought I was Evans. He said I’m afraid she’s worse. I got in the car. Got to hospital. Walked in. Two doctors advanced on me from waiting room. How is she? I’m afraid it’s too late. I went into her room. Sheet was over her. Doctor said to nurse go out. Leave him alone. I kissed her. She was warm. I went out. “She is warm.” I said to doctors in hall, “Why is she so warm?” “Of course,” he said. I left.

Roald Dahl on the death of his eldest daughter and “favourite child” Olivia

From Storyteller: The Life of Roald Dahl by Daniel Sturrock

Read the rest of “Roald Dahl’s darkest hour” and more excerpts at The Telegraph

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original - 9/10

in solitude kind and fortitude blind she wanders the halls of the morgue the verses unwind and spell in her mind the songs of her wailing unborn the tigers all lined and fishes all spined have followed the scent of the whore equations defined in battleships bind her role and her holes evermore

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