( "beautiful day in deep ellum" via nightcafe / via )
"Dostoevsky wrote The Gambler this year [1866], too, alongside Crime and Punishment, under contractual conditions that would have crushed most writers. Now there is some kind of heroism. I would like to read a Victor Hugo novel about Dostoevsky writing Crime and Punishment and The Gambler."
"also, i'm feeling sort of like a second-strike scurry" --@feelings_js
"No leaving for you and me."
Prepare thy shadowy car
Prepare thy shadowy car
For tomorrow a rebus
For tomorrow a rebus
Thy shadowy rebus tomorrow
Prepare for a car.
My fardels outrun the thieves
My fardels outrun the thieves
Echoing to the battle’s roar
Echoing to the battle’s roar
Thieves outrun the battle’s fardels
The roar to my echoing.
Fardels for my car a rebus
To outrun the battle’s tomorrow;
The echoing roar
Prepare thy shadowy thieves.
Monsters Once Roamed the Earth.
As one who seeks the silver moth of night
Where moonless gardens lose the afterglow,
My soul went forth ineffably, to know
Some vaguer vision unrevealed of light.
From halcyon fells whereon the falcons range,
From Hesper, and the sunsets mountain-born,
And From the trembling freshness of the morn
I turned me to a dreamland still and strange.
It seemed the hueless ashes of the day
And darkened glories filled that glooming world :
The spectrum of hesternal suns was furled
In immemorial valleys vast and grey.
Ruins, and wrecks of many a foundered year,
Doubtfully known, bestrewed the unvisioned verge,
Where, from unsounding reaches of blind surge,
Some nameless wraith of beauty fluttered near.
Was it the dove from shrines of lost delight?
The nightingale from love's necropolis ?
What dream-led messenger of time's abyss
Came from the dark, and vanished in the night ?"
Vision of the future from BYTE, 1981. Imagine the tiny floppy and keyboard.