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  1. (via Truth. | Wit & DelightWit & Delight)
  2. Name: Funeral Blues by W. H. Auden
    Artist: Tom Hiddleston

    thatkindofwoman:

    Funeral Blues by W. H. Auden
    read by Tom Hiddleston

    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
    Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
    Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
    Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

    Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
    Scribbling on the sky the message ‘He is Dead’.
    Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
    Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

    He was my North, my South, my East and West,
    My working week and my Sunday rest,
    My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
    I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

    The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
    Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
    Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
    For nothing now can ever come to any good.

    (Source: hxcfairy)

  3. Warsan Shire - “For Women Who Are Difficult To Love” (by MovingOn & StereoOpticon)

    you tried to change didn’t you?
    closed your mouth more
    tried to be softer
    prettier
    less volatile, less awake
    but even when sleeping you could feel
    him travelling away from you in his dreams
    so what did you want to do love
    split his head open?
    you can’t make homes out of human beings
    someone should have already told you that
    and if he wants to leave
    then let him leave
    you are terrifying
    and strange and beautiful
    something not everyone knows how to love. 

    (via Slow Like Honey)

  4. "Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
    And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home,
    and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but
    nothing is infinite,
    not even loss.
    You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
    you are going to find yourself again."

  5. "Our hearts beat so loud the neighbours think we’re fucking 
when I’m just trying to find the nerve to touch your face."

     - Andrea Gibson, “Pansies” (via larmoyante)

    (Source: larmoyante)

  6. "I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
    who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
    who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
    who do what has to be done, again and again."

     - Marge Piercy, “To Be Of Use” (via austinkleon)
  7. "

    Even
    After
    All this time
    The Sun never says to the Earth,

    “You owe me.”

    Look
    What happens
    With a love like that,
    It lights the whole sky.

    "

     - Hafiz (via larmoyante)

    (Source: larmoyante)

  8. "

    I want you to know
    one thing.

    You know how this is:
    if I look
    at the crystal moon, at the red branch
    of the slow autumn at my window,
    if I touch
    near the fire
    the impalpable ash
    or the wrinkled body of the log,
    everything carries me to you,
    as if everything that exists,
    aromas, light, metals,
    were little boats
    that sail
    toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

    Well, now,
    if little by little you stop loving me
    I shall stop loving you little by little.

    If suddenly
    you forget me
    do not look for me,
    for I shall already have forgotten you.

    If you think it long and mad,
    the wind of banners
    that passes through my life,
    and you decide
    to leave me at the shore
    of the heart where I have roots,
    remember
    that on that day,
    at that hour,
    I shall lift my arms
    and my roots will set off
    to seek another land.

    But
    if each day,
    each hour,
    you feel that you are destined for me
    with implacable sweetness,
    if each day a flower
    climbs up to your lips to seek me,
    ah my love, ah my own,
    in me all that fire is repeated,
    in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
    my love feeds on your love, beloved,
    and as long as you live it will be in your arms
    without leaving mine

    "

     - Pablo Neruda, “If You Forget Me” (via mmqd)
  9. Poetry by ao-oa. Poetry by ao-oa.
    High Resolution

    Poetry by ao-oa.

    (Source: ao-oa)


  10. High Resolution

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  11. High Resolution

    (Source: ao-oa, via cubiclerefugee)

  12. "Regret none of it, not one
    of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing,
    when the lights from the carnival rides
    were the only stars you believed in, loving them
    for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.
    You’ve traveled this far on the back of every mistake"

     - Antilamentation (via explore-blog)

    (Source: , via explore-blog)

  13. A Vintage Scientific Paper Published as a 38-Stanza Poem | Brain Pickings

    Quite possibly the coolest geekiest thing I’ve ever come across. 

    Remember last week’s first-ever poem published in a scientific journal? Turns out, it wasn’t the first. Reader Julia Deneva, a Cornell astronomer and fellow Bulgarian, alerts me to The Detection of Shocked Co/ Emission from G333.6-0.2 by New South Wales physicist J. W. V. Storey, a paper published as a 38-stanza poem, appeared in The Proceedings of the Astronomical Society of Australia in 1984. It was as much an act of creativity as it was one of vengeance. Deneva writes:

    The unfortunate astronomer who got scheduled last at the annual meeting of said society decided to take revenge and gave his talk in verse — and later submitted it for publication.

    The paper-poem is prefaced by the following hand-written note in the margin beside the first stanza:

    It is, needless to say, just as geekily charming as it sounds:

    I wrote my abstract, sent it in,
    With words that don’t offend.
    Imagine my horror to find that I
    Am scheduled at the end.

    Let me say, to be last speaker,
    There are very few things worse.
    And so this talk, to get revenge,
    Will be entirely in verse.

    The subject I address today
    Is that of star formation.
    And what we’ve found out recently
    About the situation.

    Stars start out as clouds of gas and
    Dust and bits of spinning stuff.
    Collapsing gravitationally
    Until they’re dense enough.

    They form themselves in little lumps,
    (Or so says this bloke Jeans).
    ‘Dynamic Instabilities’
    Whatever that term means.

    A protostar is thus created,
    Igniting nuclear fuel.
    Before too long the star begins
    To really lose its cool.

    A massive wind begins to blow;
    No one’s quite sure why.
    But it’s quite clear the gas and stuff
    Begins to really fly.

    Well, from all this result what’s called
    Protostellar outflow.
    Bipolar, fast, and hot as hell —
    We see it in CO.

    But radio can’t tell us much;
    There are but few transitions,
    And cool CO’s so common, it
    Confuses most positions.

    So, most of what we know of this
    Comes from the infrared —
    That bit of spectrum in the middle
    That decent people dread

    Way back in 1976,
    2 Micron lines were found
    In Orion where, I’m sure you know,
    Molecules abound.

    Now everyone was most surprised,
    These lines put out much power.
    No one thought they’d be that strong —
    Not even Neugebauer.

    The lines were due to hydrogen
    Molecules, and they
    Don’t emit much until heated
    To at least two thousand K

    Well, people studied this for years,
    Finding H2 everywhere.
    But still these lines don’t tell you what
    Density is there.

    What we need’s another line:
    Density dependent.
    This view needs no genius
    In order to defend it.

    I’ve talked for several minutes now,
    (I’ve half an hour to go),
    I’m sure you’re most surprised I haven’t
    Mentioned yet the KAO

    Carbon monoxide, really hot,
    Has heaps of good transitions
    Depending critically upon
    The density conditions.

    These lines are in the far — IR,
    But wait — here’s the best bit –
    To see them you will need to use
    The KAO, you guessed it!

    In 1980, from the plane, we
    Found it in Orion,
    But no more CO could we find
    Despite long hours of flyin’.

    So models of Orion’s shock
    Were looking really grand,
    But it remained the only source
    We claimed to understand.

    We needed several other sources,
    All of which we’d then compare.
    But when we looked for shocked CO,
    We always found it wasn’t there.

    And so I searched for southern sources
    Of this shocked H2,
    And found it, in G333
    Point six, minus, naught point two.

    It’s really very, very bright
    And made us all quite happy.
    The data’s good, the lines are strong
    (Though the slide don’t look real snappy.)

    So, if we want to search again
    For shocked CO, and wouldn’t you?
    What better place than G333
    Point six, minus, naught point two!

    The problem with this new-found source,
    I hardly need to warn you,
    Is that it’s too far south to see
    From sunny California.

    And so to us the Kuiper came;
    In May last year it made it.
    The cost was astronomical,
    But NASA mainly paid it.

    Thus we made a set of flights
    From Richmond Airforce Base.
    One such flight is shown right here:
    Our tracks’s this dotted trace.

    How the instrument is made
    Upon this slide is told;
    It uses liquid helium
    To keep all these bits cold.

    Well, here’s the data — please don’t laugh,
    It often looks this way.
    A few times through the VAX and then
    We’ll publish it as Ap J.

    The line is there, I kid you not,
    This dip here’s just the sky.
    To see the peak you simply need
    A good impartial eye.

    Least-squares fitting gives a curve
    From which derive the facts.
    (Oh, let me thank the AAO
    For lending me their VAX.)

    Vlsr is fifty-three.
    It’s pleasing, as you see.
    The radio line velocities
    More or less agree.

    Intensity is really weak:
    It’s two point nought by ten.

  14. Oh Neruda.  Oh Neruda. 
    High Resolution

    Oh Neruda. 

    (via callmehats)