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Friday, 26 January 2018

number theory

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Untitled | by Gustavo Minas

Untitled [Brazil]: photo by Gustavo Minas, 31 July 2017

Untitled | by Gustavo Minas
Untitled | by Gustavo Minas

4 and 6. | by tetyanabunyak

 4 and 6 [Varanasi]: photo by Tetyana Bunyak, 8 December 2017

4 and 6. | by tetyanabunyak

4 and 6 [Varanasi]: photo by Tetyana Bunyak, 8 December 2017

4 and 6. | by tetyanabunyak

4 and 6 [Varanasi]: photo by Tetyana Bunyak, 8 December 2017

Spare change | by Spyros Papaspyropoulos

Patchwork. | by tetyanabunyak

Patchwork [Varanasi]: photo by Tetyana Bunyak, 8 December 2017

Patchwork. | by tetyanabunyak

Patchwork [Varanasi]: photo by Tetyana Bunyak, 8 December 2017

Patchwork. | by tetyanabunyak

The seller of bread. | by tetyanabunyak

The seller of bread [Mumbai]: photo by Tetyana Bunyak, 12 December 2017

The seller of bread. | by tetyanabunyak

The seller of bread [Mumbai]: photo by Tetyana Bunyak, 12 December 2017

The seller of bread. | by tetyanabunyak

The seller of bread [Mumbai]: photo by Tetyana Bunyak, 12 December 2017

Untitled | by Gustavo Minas

Untitled | by citizen b

4-1 | by Shweta_A

4-1 [Mumbai]: photo by Shweta Agarwal, 18 January 2018

3 | by Shweta_A

3 [Mumbai]: photo by Shweta Agarwal, 20 January 2018

;] | by www.bawgaj.eu /Brighton now/

Untitled |Colombo, Sri Lanka]: photo by Przemek Strzelecki, 24 January 2018

8 | by Shweta_A

8 [Mumbai]: photo by Shweta Agarwal, 4 January 2018

S0001236 | by Shweta_A

S0001236 [Mumbai]: photo by Shweta Agarwal, 6 November 2016

260b | by Shweta_A

260b [Mumbai]: photo by Shweta Agarwal, 26 December 2017

Symbols | by Nico_Ferrara
Untitled | by Yuro73

4 comments:

TC said...

Dylan: Like a Rolling Stone (live, Cardiff 2000)

Dylan: Romance in Durango (live, Hammersmith Apollo, London, 24 November 2003)

Dylan: I Want You (live, Manchester 1998)

tpw said...

Riveting poem, Tom. Thanks. A world of (and in) peril.

Tom Palmer said...

I get up in the morning and see your work here, or come back to it after days away, and I think to myself, ‘I know that guy! How did that happen? How lucky a schmuck like me once knocked your door.’ I needed a breastplate today for your poem blew right through me. Got to pick myself up, dust myself off, etc.. Kudos, to you Mr. TC.

TC said...

Many thanks tpw and TP.

Tom, this proves the luck that day was all on my side of that door. And as it happens, we've got an extra papier-maché breastplate lying around here somewhere, left over from the mock storming of Troy VII. Just waiting for that big end-of-decade cleanout, and it's yours, my friend.

Terry, yes, my sentiments exactly, whenever I am faced with stepping out the door, any more. Parlous times, insatiable hunger for "growth" = more and more instant-rich just-arrivals in their supersized shitmobiles using the freeway feeder as a through-route between money (other side of the bridge) and safe comfort zone (carefully guarded sanctuary of the hills above and beyond us). Wonderful formula for the creation of the ideal thought-free murican boojie kill zone!

The brilliant twist in this is the fact that -- and I've had to look into these grim stats, and reeled away aghast -- all this continual logjam traffic is relatively recent, increasing in proportion with the grotesque enlargement of the church of money (i.e. tech sector). The city (which by the way times the stoplights to the advantage of motorists, with sensors that permit drivers a nice three-second margin for spontaneous expressive homicide attempts) does periodic traffic counts at a roundabout hub just above us. Between 1980 -- we got here in the early Eighties by the way, same street then was a virtual country lane in comparison w/now -- and 2010 the vehicle count jumped from 30,000 to 110,000 per day. I expect it's c. 2x maybe even 3x that, at present. Concurrently house prices in this charming vicinity have broken through the sanity barrier, with supersonic records (think: Emirates-buyers-only-level) now threatened.

My wife has never driven a car. I quit driving when we were living in W. Marin in 1969. So for us this nonstop mayhem is strictly a spectator event, with all efforts directed to nonparticipation. Alas however the car culture does not permit, in fact punishes, such futile gestures of withdrawal. The mere will to not take part is not a guarantee you won't be left unconscious and bleeding-out upon the American street a half block from your own rickety haunted cobwebby Ed Gorey-themed cowering-station.

And by an underinsured motorist, yet. Little known facts as to which vast insurance giants got that way by colluding with human nature to promise all Californians a happy automotive tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, come what may... well, I'm sure nobody would be interested.