TOM CLARK: Joseph Ceravolo: The morning carries Carbon 14

#haveaniceday #sunrise above the skyline of Shanghai on a polluted day. Photo @johaynz: image via Aurelia BAILLY @AureliaBAILLY, 5 March 2018

Joseph Ceravolo: The morning carries Carbon 14

It's the quiet that we
suck out of the noise.
The morning carries Carbon 14
a relative waste jackknifed
in the middle of the universe.

O brook, o river, o baptism,

falling in the hands of moneyseekers.

It's the hermit that we must feel

in the multitude. O woods

O forests, o river!

It's the quiet to extract

..from the wind

Joseph Ceravolo (1934-1988): February 3, 1987 [Bloomfield, New Jersey], from Mad Angels (poems 1976-1988), in Collected Poems, 2013

Shanghai under heavy blanket of pollution at dawn: image via johannes eisele @johanynz, 5 March 2018

#Syria Syria regime forces control third of Ghouta enclave #AFP: image via Aurelia BAILLY @AureliaBAILLY, 5 March 2018

#GhoutaOrientale Un tiers de l'enclave rebelle repris par le régime syrien, un premier convoi d'aide a rejoint Douma lundi. #AFP: image via Simon Malfatto @simalfatto, 5 March 2018

The efforts of United Nations to stop crimes of syrian regime, became coffins to Ghouta's children, who were killed by Assad and Russian forces #EasternGhouta, Syria 4/3/2018: image via belal kharpotly @belalkh, 4 March 2018

Today, SAMS documented 89 people killed due to airstrikes and shelling in #EastGhouta, highest daily toll since the UN resolution. The aid convoy entered after being stripped of medical supplies, delivered aid amidst shelling, but was forced to leave early w/out offloading all aid.: image via Amer almohibany @amer_almohibany, 5 March 2018

#IMPORTANT: @UN withdraws before relief aid relief is released as a result of heavy Russian air strikes on #EasternGhouta: image via Amer almohibany @amer_almohibany, 5 March 2018

According to a WHO official, 70% of medical supplies destined for #EastGhouta were ordered to be stripped out of the convoy, preventing trauma kits, surgical kits, insulin and other vital material from reaching the area. #SaveGhouta: tweet via Amer almohibany @amer_almohibany, 5 March 2018

We apologize to the @Un because we have used their motto to cover our children #eastern_ghouta @UNICEF @UNICEFmena @NRC_Egelund @NRC_MiddleEast #SaveGhouta: image via Amer almohibany @amer_almohibany, 5 March 2018

The two men that matter. Putin and Assad in Syrian/Russian front line positions facing Eastern Ghouta.: image via Jeremy Bowen @BowenBBC, 5 March 2017

W.B. Yeats: Some Revelation Is At Hand (Those Lost Years When People Were Still Not Afraid To Admit Climate Change Is Real, And We're Causing It, And We Own Everything, And No You Can't Have My Oscar)

Storm clouds dwarf a farm near Lamar, Missouri as the sun sets, 22 May 2011. The storm earlier produced a large tornado that moved through much of Joplin, Missouri: photo by Charlie Riedel/AP, 22 May 2011

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

A shelf cloud containing a thunderstorm approaches a tornado-ravaged neighborhood in Joplin, Missouri: photo by Charlie Riedel/AP, 23 May 2011

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

Emergency workers wait for a medical team after finding a body in a tornado-ravaged car in Joplin, Missouri: photo by Charlie Riedel/AP, 22 May 2011

W. B Yeats (1865-1939): The Second Coming, 1919 (lines 1-3, 9-10)

a riff at the center of the earth (come in, dogspittle)

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Among the principal reasons to enjoy Bolinas rests here on the cliff's overlooking the ocean in the backyard of Simon Marc's weekend home in Bolinas on the Mesa.
Bolinas and it's present personality Photographer:
Eric Luse / The Chronicle names cq from source MANDATORY CREDIT FOR PHOTOG AND SF CHRONICLE/ -MAGS OUT Photo: Eric Luse

Among the principal reasons to enjoy Bolinas rests [sic] here on the cliff's [sic] overlooking the ocean in the backyard of Simon Marc's weekend home in Bolinas on the Mesa. Bolinas and it's present personality [-]: photo by Eric Luse / The Chronicle, 28 January 2007

more white world bs

bobo was bought
and sold
and woke
and lit
and asleep
and endarkened
and traded upon
until the movie star and the movie director
the hairdresser and the heiress designer
and the other rich
owned all the water meters
and the soul
well the soul of the place
was owned
too

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Tripp with one his Ornamental's, A Hollow Vessel made from Big Leaf Maple which he says is very exciting to pull off because they can explode on you at anytime.
Tripp Carpenter in his Bolinas workshop that once was his father's.
Bolinas and it's present personality Photographer:
Eric Luse / The Chronicle names cq from source MANDATORY CREDIT FOR PHOTOG AND SF CHRONICLE/ -MAGS OUT Photo: Eric Luse

Tripp with one his Ornamental's, A Hollow Vessel made from Big Leaf Maple which he says is very exciting to pull off because they can explode on you at anytime. Tripp Carpenter in his Bolinas workshop that once was his father's. Bolinas and it's present personality [-]: photo by Eric Luse / The Chronicle, 28 January 2007

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Co-owners Riley Johndonnell (hat) and Richard Klein, Publisher of Surface Magazine at the "Surface Concept House" in Bolinas.
Bolinas and it's present personality
Bolinas and it's present personality Photographer:
Eric Luse / The Chronicle names cq from source MANDATORY CREDIT FOR PHOTOG AND SF CHRONICLE/ -MAGS OUT Photo: Eric Luse

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Co-owners Riley Johndonnell (hat) and Richard Klein, Publisher of Surface Magazine at the "Surface Concept House" in Bolinas.
Bolinas and it's present personality
Bolinas and it's present personality Photographer:
Eric Luse / The Chronicle names cq from source MANDATORY CREDIT FOR PHOTOG AND SF CHRONICLE/ -MAGS OUT Photo: Eric Luse

Co-owners Riley Johndonnell (hat) and Richard Klein, Publisher of Surface Magazine at the "Surface Concept House" in Bolinas. Bolinas and it's present personality [-]: photo by Eric Luse / The Chronicle, 28 January 2007

It's the hermit that we must feel

in the multitude

Addis Ababa, Ethiopia: photo by f.d. walker, 10 April 2017

Songkhla [Songkhla, Hat Yai, Thailand]: photo by Sakulchai Sikitikul, 4 March 2018

* : photo by aliioss 00, 19 February 2018

20-18-02-2_04-58=25 [Jakarta]: photo by Chris Tuarissa, 20 February 2018

Addis Ababa, Ethiopia: photo by f.d. walker, 6 April 2017

DSCF6870 | by Ufuk Akarı (TURKUAZSTREET)

DSCF6870 [Istanbul]: photo by Ufuk AKARI, 2 March 2018

DSCF6870 [Istanbul]: photo by Ufuk AKARI, 2 March 2018

red [Istanbul]: photo by Ufuk AKARI, 11 December 2017

Sacks [Songkhla, Hat Yai, Thailand]: photo by Sakulchai Sikitikul, 4 March 2018

R007817: photo by Chanwut BC Kul, 12 February 2018

2018-02-16_07-43=25 [Jakarta]: photo by Chris Tuarissa, 16 February 2018

İstanbul | by Ufuk Akarı (TURKUAZSTREET)

Istanbul: photo by Ufuk AKARI, 8 December 2017

* : photo by aliioss 00, 4 February 2018

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TC6 March 2018 at 00:41
genius new clip posted 1 min ago

Dylan: Desolation Row (live 1999)

They’re selling postcards of the hanging They’re painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They’ve got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squad they’re restless They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight From Desolation Row Cinderella, she seems so easy “It takes one to know one,” she smiles And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style And in comes Romeo, he’s moaning “You Belong to Me I Believe” And someone says, “You’re in the wrong place my friend You better leave” And the only sound that’s left After the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweeping up On Desolation Row Now the moon is almost hidden The stars are beginning to hide The fortune-telling lady Has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain and Abel And the hunchback of Notre Dame Everybody is making love Or else expecting rain And the Good Samaritan, he’s dressing He’s getting ready for the show He’s going to the carnival tonight On Desolation Row Now Ophelia, she’s ’neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession’s her religion Her sin is her lifelessness And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah’s great rainbow She spends her time peeking Into Desolation Row Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood With his memories in a trunk Passed this way an hour ago With his friend, a jealous monk He looked so immaculately frightful As he bummed a cigarette Then he went off sniffing drainpipes And reciting the alphabet Now you would not think to look at him But he was famous long ago For playing the electric violin On Desolation Row Dr. Filth, he keeps his world Inside of a leather cup But all his sexless patients They’re trying to blow it up Now his nurse, some local loser She’s in charge of the cyanide hole And she also keeps the cards that read “Have Mercy on His Soul” They all play on pennywhistles You can hear them blow If you lean your head out far enough From Desolation Row Across the street they’ve nailed the curtains They’re getting ready for the feast The Phantom of the Opera A perfect image of a priest They’re spoonfeeding Casanova To get him to feel more assured Then they’ll kill him with self-confidence After poisoning him with words And the Phantom’s shouting to skinny girls “Get Outa Here If You Don’t Know Casanova is just being punished for going To Desolation Row” Now at midnight all the agents And the superhuman crew Come out and round up everyone That knows more than they do Then they bring them to the factory Where the heart-attack machine Is strapped across their shoulders And then the kerosene Is brought down from the castles By insurance men who go Check to see that nobody is escaping To Desolation Row Praise be to Nero’s Neptune The Titanic sails at dawn And everybody’s shouting “Which Side Are You On?” And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot Fighting in the captain’s tower While calypso singers laugh at them And fishermen hold flowers Between the windows of the sea Where lovely mermaids flow And nobody has to think too much About Desolation Row Yes, I received your letter yesterday (About the time the doorknob broke) When you asked how I was doing Was that some kind of joke? All these people that you mention Yes, I know them, they’re quite lame I had to rearrange their faces And give them all another name Right now I can’t read too good Don’t send me no more letters, no Not unless you mail them From Desolation Row

Tuesday, 6 March 2018

Joseph Ceravolo: The morning carries Carbon 14

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