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Without turning, he heard her, a willowy-whispery slip of a thing: “Is it very dark at the other end of your tube?” He wondered if there was a right answer. He simply said, “Come with me.” And she did.
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No One Ever Tells You by Orpheon
These are the times, That no-one tells you how to live.
The times when you wake up, Hours early, And your mind is filled With thoughts of them What they’d say, What you’d say What they’d want you to say What you’d want them to say
No-one ever tells you how to live those times, No-one ever tells you how to not be hurting, No-one ever tells you how to silence the fantasy.
The times when you look up From your own life, And the world around you seems to have gone mad, The stable society you trusted all your life Seems to be breaking at the seams, And the people in charge Don’t seem to know what they’re doing, Or care to listen to those who do.
No-one ever tells you how to live these times, No-one ever tells you how to not feel hopeless, No-one ever tells you how not to feel helpless.
The times when you go to bed, And as your brain shuts down, And all the civilised parts of you switch off, You’re left with pure feeling, Loneliness Hurt, Sorrow Love.
No-one ever tells you how to reconcile those feelings, No-one ever tells you how to deal with them, No-one ever tells you how to live, Without feeling loved.
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Watching the glorious stupidity of today in UK politics this poem came back into my mind.
Scientists invented fabric that makes electricity from motion and sunlight. To create the fabric, researchers at Georgia Tech wove together solar cell fibers with materials that generate power from movement. It could be used in “tents, curtains, or wearable garments,” meaning we’d virtually never be without power. Source
Y'all are fucking idiots. Clean energy will NEVER be enough to replace the energy we have now. We’d have to tear down DOZENS of forests just to fit enough windmills and solar panels to get even a QUARTER (probably less, tbh) of the energy we can produce now.
Yeah, sure, when they’ve already calculated that a few square miles of panels in the empty ass Arizona desert could power the whole nation. But ok, fracking and the diminishing petroleum supply is worlds better.
Nevermind that windmills are often most efficient off the coast. There they take up no land, impact no trees, don’t pollute the water, and are conveniently located where winds are often strongest anyway.
And solar panels can literally be built into roofs of buildings and in empty areas like deserts. The sun strikes the Earth with the same amount of energy in an hour that our civilization uses in a year.
But yeah, it would be impossible for us to ever have enough energy from clean sources.
Durr hurr technology is bad and I would rather light shit on fire than have clean energy
I can also testify to the Arizona desert being empty ass. And the California desert. And the Nevada desert.
also…no forests were cleared to make space for Denmark’s windmills and yet they regularly produce so much power that it covers almost all of the country’s power needs. Oh, and then there’s the times when the windmills generate 140% of Denmark’s power needs. https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2015/jul/10/denmark-wind-windfarm-power-exceed-electricity-demand
Friendly reminder that oil pipelines are a scam.
The fact that anyone can believe a limited amount of dinosaur oil is more plentiful and efficient than moving air or fucking sunlight is proof that entire populations can be completely brainwashed.
The only reason Arizona aint taking advantage of solar energy is because all the big businesses are fondling our politicians balls.
It's worth noting that as things stand, while yes, we could be generating way more energy in clean ways, purely renewable energy mixes generally aren't deployable yet. Why?
Well, this turned out to be rather lengthy, so, on the off chance that you would like my answer, you’re going to have to click to read below the line.
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!
Text by Lord Byron. Start and end cards designed by Amanda Jonson @ajonsonart. All images and audio © OrpheonSpeaks
I recently had the pleasure of recreating a logo for @orpheon-speaks
before on the left, after on the right. :)
And my word but is the difference night and day. Thank you so much. :)
As part of my renewal of this project, I figure I might as well also start sharing some of my photography here as well - specifically the stuff that I think is good, but for one reason or another (usually because it’s portrait rather than landscape) isn’t suitable for use in my videos.
Onwards
Ok, so this is now up to date... But that date is from May. Life got messy, and motivation for this project was hard to come by.
But the time has come to start this up again.
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.
Text by William Ernest Henley. All images and audio © OrpheonSpeaks
The rolls and harrows lie at rest beside The battered road; and spreading far and wide Above the russet clods, the corn is seen Sprouting its spiry points of tender green, Where squats the hare, to terrors wide awake, Like some brown clod the harrows failed to break. Opening their golden caskets to the sun, The buttercups make schoolboys eager run, To see who shall be first to pluck the prize— Up from their hurry, see, the skylark flies, And o'er her half-formed nest, with happy wings Winnows the air, till in the cloud she sings, Then hangs a dust-spot in the sunny skies, And drops, and drops, till in her nest she lies, Which they unheeded passed—not dreaming then That birds which flew so high would drop agen To nests upon the ground, which anything May come at to destroy. Had they the wing Like such a bird, themselves would be too proud, And build on nothing but a passing cloud! As free from danger as the heavens are free From pain and toil, there would they build and be, And sail about the world to scenes unheard Of and unseen—Oh, were they but a bird! So think they, while they listen to its song, And smile and fancy and so pass along; While its low nest, moist with the dews of morn, Lies safely, with the leveret, in the corn.
Text by John Clare. All images and audio © OrpheonSpeaks