Being right is not always right.
Wow. I needed this.
The first cell felt no call to divide.
Fed on abundant salts and sun,
still thin, it simply spread,
rocking on water, clinging to stone,
a film of obliging strength.
Its endoplasmic reticulum
was a thing of incomparable curvaceous length;
its nucleus, Golgi apparatus, RNA
magnificent. With no…
Some woodblock prints for 4th of July.
Asai Kiyoshi: “Flower Train”
Shiro Kasamatsu: “Summer Night”
Kotozuka Eiichi: “River Fireworks”
Okamura Koichi: “Sanjo Bridge”
Kitaoka Fumio: “Fireworks”
Masaaki Kobatake: “Fireworks”
Love is apart from all things.
Desire and excitement are nothing beside it.
It is not the body that finds love.
What leads us there is the body.
What is not love provokes it.
What is not love quenches it.
Love lays hold of everything we know.
The passions which are called love