#fungal whale

[findmeinshattrath]

SO wish we could have had the fungal whales in WoD

Tell me this wouldn't have been amazing

#wow #world of warcraft #wod #warlords of draenor #draenor #outland #fungal whale #Zangarmarsh #Zangar Sea #fungal giant #sporeling #I love the Zangarmarsh and its creatures #also - whales are severely underused in fantasy in my opinion

[echthr0s]

been tryna ignore it but I am so goddamn annoyed at "human" as the default adjective for every kind/lovely/awe-inspiring/whatever thing y'all like about people/characters/concepts/whatever. frex, posts with the framework of "I love it when characters do the thing, it's just so beautiful and human" like give me a break

and i tried to ignore it bc this is very much a me-as-nonhuman problem as opposed to there being something actually wrong with that descriptor but that's a poor reason to ignore being aggravated, tbh. like yeah it's a me problem but 1) it's not just a me problem bc other nonhumans complain about it all the time and 2) it's literally fine for me to care about something that other people don't lmao

it's just so anthropocentric in such a casual way, a casual and unexamined equation of [goodness or sociability or intelligence or complexity of mind or complexity of emotion or capacity of compassion] with being human. that doesn't even make any sense but it's so ingrained in speech (in English, anyway) that if I tried to explain my frustration to anyone that wasn't also nonhuman, or alterhuman, or aware of this in some other way, they'd be like "lmao you're kidding right. you're making up something to be mad at" yeah well I Am Not

just tired of reading posts and bein like "yeah!! that's so good, I love when that happens" and then gettin to the "it's so ~human~" part and goin "well fuck me then" and scrolling on instead of happily reblogging. sure I could just reblog it anyway but now I don't fkn want to :)

#possibly-necessary preemptive strike: hi! if you don't like this post i don't care to hear about it! have a lovely day :) #i am not a monster seeking a way to be human. i am not a creation that wants to be seen as a real boy. #i am simply a monster. a creation. an entity. nothing about me is seeking humanity or aligned with humanity. #except in the purely taxonomic sense of my current biological configuration. but ain't none of y'all biologists. #humans are cool and all but no more cool than a robin or a whale or a wolf or an android or a xenomorph or an elf or a tree. or whatever. #when people show a particular cleverness or resourcefulness do people go ''that's so arachnid'' or ''that's so cephalopod'' #or ''that's so vulpine'' or ''that's so corvid' or ''that's so fungal''' #actually they'd be far more likely to look at one of those species and talk about how much like a human they are #barf. #anyway all the qualities about me that people enjoy are nonhuman qualities not human ones thank you good day

[mossymandibles]

How did Kraw's mom and dad meet? What drew them together? What was their relationship like? What did they talk about? Wait, did she even speak the same language as him? She seems pretty wild and solitary from what we've seen of her...

I haven’t honestly thought about languages and linguistics yet, if I ever do. It seems very daunting and I don’t have the brain power for it right now. For a sort of lazy aside I’d like to think the primordials have some form of common tongue that they all understand, idk what to call it yet though.

Yuna ended up solitary but she used to have a pod/matriline where she stayed with her own mother, brothers and sisters and their families. Their hierarchies are kind of like most whales. She wasn’t able to have calves of her own because of a faulty uterus but she would often help hunt for the pod, at times helping the calves of other mothers in her pod, or protecting the pod from any threats, proving herself to be very ruthless when it came to anything threatening her family.

She met Sobehk much later in life, when he found her on his wanderings after being exiled from his Rook on Zenith.

He was a prince but most found him strange, a romantic somewhat detached from reality, even somewhat immature and full of himself. His mother, the matriarch/Empress, found him to be a bit of a disappointment in terms of running things. He didn’t express any type of desire to learn politics. If he wasn’t showing off his fighting skills He would often wander off on long flights by himself, exploring or…writing very bad poetry.

He had developed a sort of obsession/fixation with the ocean. He definitely feared it, but felt drawn to what was down there because of an experience he had happening upon a leviathan in the throes of death, lying on the shore of an islet. He would spend hours looking across shorelines in search of anything that would wash up, any indication of answers for his burning curiosity.

He’d never seen a creature like Yuna before, only hearing stories about sea serpents and drakes at the edges of the world.

She was in the midst fending off two ‘whaling’ boats(merhunters/poachers), unable to dive away from them as they had several harpoons hooked into her side. She seemed to be fine on her own but Sobehk took it upon himself to help her, raking through the two boats like they were paper. Yuna didn’t stay to say thank you, but instead swam away to the nearest shore she could find, leaving a foamy trail of blood in the water. Sobehk ended up following her. She thought he was looking to pick her apart once she was dead.

He actually did think she was feral at first. He mostly wanted to observe, finding her to be graceful as well as beautiful.

Yuna, of course, was snarling and snapping the moment he decided to approach her, calling him a vulture and telling him to fuck off. (Sea drakes don’t especially care for Furies or other flyers.)

Finding out she could talk, he became even more enamored and interested and was determined to help her despite her reservations. He felt that “something as beautiful as her shouldn’t die like a hunted fox at the hands of whalers and their rusty harpoons” in his own words.

She was amused by this, and told him if he could fetch a specific kind of blood clotting kelp for her she would allow him to help. Even more amusing to her was finding out Sobehk was essentially afraid to go into the ocean despite his professed love of it.

Since they were closer to some populated islands, he ended up taking a fungal nymph doctor hostage from a nearby island village, close to where Yuna’s sea cave was. He was able to help Yuna and safely cut out the harpoons albeit nearly shitting himself the entire time.

During her recovery she stayed in her sea cave. Sobhek continued to hang around and made the mistake of impeding on her territory. There were several time that she actively tried to kill him when he would hunt for her and bring her live fish he stole from fishermen nets. Even in her weakened state she came very close to biting his head off. She distrusted him but Sobehk still seemed determined to help. Eventually he would leave the fish at the mouth of the cave and wait, safely perched nearby where he could still speak to her without being swiped or snapped at. He realized she just wanted her space/privacy. Long story short, during her recovery, Yuna eventually began to find Sobehk’s presence tolerable, realizing it was nice to have someone to converse with after so many years of keeping to herself. Where he was such a different archetype to her, she found it somewhat entertaining. His insistence to adorn and flatter her was a change of pace for sure. She did not care to be fawned over.

Yuna had never really had any lovers. Most prospects would end up avoiding her because she couldn’t bear any young and seemed cold/short tempered. After a few miscarries she would end up forgetting the whole mating thing altogether, finding it draining and redundant. I’d say her relationship with Sohbek was a sign of her settling down tbh, not that she didn’t end up caring for him in the end ofc.

I’d say they would mostly talk about their past lives, their separate cultures etc. Sobehk had thought sea drakes were just wild beasts so he was very interested to learn about her, even if she seemed reluctant to talk about herself. He would often ask tons of questions about what it was like whenever she’d make dives for hunting. (which is coincidentally what non-aquatic partners would ask Kraw a lot) the ocean was another world to him.

It wouldn’t be until towards the end of their relationship that he’d bring up eating the celestial’s flesh. Then things kind of ehhhh. Went to shit ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

But hey, then comes Kraw.

I’ve wanted to draw out their meeting for a while but you know how that goes. Here’s a wip of one of the pages. I’ve been having fun drawing Yuna’s expressions and such.

He’s so smitten over this giant mean dragon lady. “You come from the ocean?? I’m a HUGE fan.”

#asks #yuna #sobehk #lore #wahoo! lopsided romance #i get it’s probably tropey but idc #I’ve been starting to design Yuna with more seal-like features because it makes sense to me #its not as visible in this page tho

[climatecalling]

The More Than Human Rights (Moth) project and Animals in the Room (Air) are exploring bold tactics to further their cause, including authorship claims for forests, policy advocacy on behalf of bears and whales, and fungal strategies to spread ecological thinking. They represent a new wave of nature and animal rights movements gaining traction amid frustration over humanity’s ultra-exploitative relationship with other species and growing concern about the shortcomings of the technology-and-markets approach to the climate crisis. “We want to take the idea of rights of nature from the margin to the mainstream. The idea is to embed society in the biosphere,” said César Rodríguez-Garavito, a Colombian legal scholar who heads the Earth Rights Advocacy Clinic at New York University. Rodríguez-Garavito is the founder of Moth, which intends to set a legal precedent by establishing the creative rights of the Los Cedros cloud forest in northern Ecuador, which has already been recognised as an entity possessing legal personhood and rights under a landmark 2021 judgment by the constitutional court of Ecuador. In a test case, Moth will argue that a new piece of music was co-created by the forest with the British musician Cosmo Sheldrake. In Song of the Forest, Sheldrake recorded the forest’s voices, including birds, animals and trees, and then mixed this with his own words and those of other Moth members.

#climate crisis #ecology #earth rights #climate solutions

[idlebeks]

SVSSS Fic Recs

I'm working on a podfic list. But here, have a couple of Scum Villian recs in the mean time. All BingQui, mostly rated E. This is a fun fandom, there is so much potential for both extreme angst and extreme crack, often at the same time.

Every Binghe/ge deserves a Happy Ending [buy one SY, get one free] by Shireyaki

You can have a Shen Yuan YOU can have a Shen Yuan WE ALL CAN HAVE A SHEN YUAN

Scum Villain AUs by Feynite

Various random alternate universe fics.

Includes:

Supervillain AU Genderswap AU Hades & Persephone AU Dragon Monster AU Mermay AU Free Guy AU

& Many More!

Into the Abyss by esama

In which Shen Yuan pisses the System off and it sends him straight into the Endless Abyss.

Four years later, Shen Qingqiu does the same to Luo Binghe.

Fruiting Body by Calamity Butterfly (Calamity_Butterfly)

“A new body? What has my Shizun done?” Luo Binghe asks mildly.

“Oh, I died again, didn’t I? This time, I died saving you from a qi deviation brought on by that sword,” Shen Qingqiu answers, stroking the caps of the trembling mushrooms still pressed up against his sides. “I suspected I was going to die so I prepared a new body, just in case. But it’s taking a long time to remember myself, and I’m not sure I want to go back once I do.”

Shen Qingqiu awakens in the Sun and Moon Dew Flower body, more fungal than human, and networked into a vast, sentient mycelial network. His new body is more complicated than he anticipated. Luo Binghe finds him, and that is also more complicated than he anticipated.

The Many Trials and Tribulations of Ming Fan by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

Ming Fan just wants to get through ONE supervised night hunt without this happening.

Or: the one where Shen Qingqiu continues to be attractive to people who aren’t Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge. It's a problem.

“Da-shixiong.” Ning-shimei’s groan was barely audible to anyone who didn’t have a cultivator’s enhanced senses. To him and the rest of their assembled siblings, though, it rang out like a bell. The only one who didn’t notice was Shizun. He was up ahead and deep in conversation with the Lord who’d summoned them to investigate a series of local disappearances.

“I saw,” Ming Fan sighed. “Eyes front. Everyone knows their roles.”

Frankly, he’d been braced for this moment since he’d asked around about the family hosting them for the duration of this investigation. He’d discovered that they had two marriage-aged daughters in the household, neither of whom were engaged.

Loaded God Complex, Cock It And Pull It by Camorra

There were three things of which Shen Yuan was absolutely certain. The first, that Luo Binghe was an irredeemable jackass. The second, there was a part of Luo Binghe, and Shen Yuan didn't know how large, that wanted Shen Yuan dead for trussing him like a pig and dumping him on his own front porch. And the third, that Shen Yuan was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Luo Binghe. P S Y C H !

omg they were roommates by smellslikecitrus

Shen Yuan was a normal chemistry major. What did he do to deserve getting booted into his least-favorite novel?!

Silver lining: Binghe makes really, really good food.

Plastromancy by x_los

"One night, Luo Binghe notices something odd about the way his blood is pooling on the floor of the woodshed."

A twelve year old Luo Binghe meets his Other Shizun.

AQ by x_los

Before he rose to captaincy, Shen Yuan attended a briefing given to all command level officers in Star Fleet that outlined the scope of the Q threat. According to Admiral Picard's report, the omnipotent Q are devious, amoral, unreliable, irresponsible and definitely not to be trusted.

Orphaned stowaway Luo Binghe doesn't even know he is one.

Living With a Tiger by x_los

Shen Yuan has been engaged to Emperor Luo Binghe from almost the hour of his birth. He grows up knowing his place in the world exactly; he is far less certain of his place in his betrothed's guarded affections.

Scum Villain's Accidental Romance System by BurnerAccount

Shen Qingqiu has accepted that yes, this is a novel. And yes, it is going to have stupid plot points that he can (probably) do nothing about. His inevitable, horrible fate is his most probable future - but hey, it's at least a ways off yet, right?

A Stallion novel has stupid tropes, but he's 100% - no, 1000% sure, that these aren't in the standard package.

Anyways, Stan Shen Qingqiu by x_los

Millennial vs Gen Z? Shen Qingqiu wishes.

A young transmigrator has a new idol; Shen Qingqiu is very tired.

I Wish You Were My Husband by Feynite

AU based on The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir (familiarity with that story's not required).

Wherein Shen Yuan transmigrates into a harem intrigues romance novel (gay edition), Yue Qingyuan really fucks up, Liu Qingge is not suitable for his job, and no one even remotely sees Luo Binghe coming.

Always the Light Falls by Letters2Elvinscend

Growing up is hard. Living up to your mother's expectations is harder. Realizing your Shizun is actually kind of hot is damn near impossible.

System Temporarily Unavailable, Please Don't Abuse The Substitute! by Asymptotical

The System has to go bail another System's world out of a plot crisis.

It told them that its Host would notice, but did they listen? Of course not.

We Never Dreamed These Walls by straightforwardly

When Luo Binghe falls into the Endless Abyss, he accidentally pulls Shen Qingqiu down with him.

#fic recs #svsss fic recs #bingqiu

[antique-symbolism]

This morning I passed by a church sign that read: "Is There More To Life Than This?"

But yesterday I ate the best pizza I've ever tasted, and today I drank the best espresso. I sat around a table for lunch with my whole extended family after the wonders of modern flight brought me halfway across the world to see them. Tonight I saw a laser light show in the botanical garden inspired by fungal networks, and tomorrow my grandpa and aunt will take us to the harbour to look for whales.

What more to life could there possibly be? What more could I possibly need?

#if you find god in church and the concept of heaven that's cool - for real #i find God at the bottom of my coffee cup and in my little cousin's laughter and perched on floral trees with the rosellas

[bobateaboo]

little oneshot delving a bit more into how Earth works! This one is in the earlier days of the groups adventures, but not after everyone had had some recovery time from their respective traumatic pasts

Pluto is by @andizoidart

Solar liked to think of himself as a calm, level headed leader, capable of facing unexpected scenarios with an objective gaze and a plan of ending any further incident.

That doesn’t mean he didn’t freak out the first time Earth lost an arm, though.

They had gotten ambushed in a horror Au, and Earth had been slow to react, resulting in getting their arm bitten off directly below the elbow. It would have been wrong to call what was happening “bleeding”, the bite hadn’t broken into any bloodstreams; there weren’t any to break into. However, the newly-exposed flesh hadn’t built up the integrity that the surrounding had developed in the face of the world, and had begun secreting a viscous, orange liquid.

Saturn had seen this, scooped Earth into her arms and ran for the portal, pulling Neptune with them and started to scream for him to get his first aid kit. Neptune had been heartily confused until looking up at Earth, at which point he also screamed. In the meantime, a few of the others caught sight of the attacking monster chewing on Earth’s disembodied arm like a chew toy, and also started screaming. Pluto had tried to calm down the others, but was splattered with Analogous Earth Internal Fluid as the monster crunched on their arm, prompting more screaming from the others. There Was A Lot Of Screaming.

Oddly enough, Earth was the only one not screaming, although against their heavy aversion to swears, they did shout a hearty “FUCK” which seemed fair given the circumstance.

Neptune had been freaking out, trying to find a way to stop the “bleeding”, eyes as big as saucers as Solar came running, prepared to give all of the healing magic he had. It was at this point Earth decided they had had enough of everyone gathering around them and screaming, and in a moment that would make Saturn proud for years to come, threatened to bite off the ears of the next person who crowded them. This was widely effective.

Solar, who, due to his lack of ears as a skeleton, was safe from this threat, stayed behind as the others filed out as he cleaned up their lack of an arm and tried to figure out how to use healing magic with his ongoing… interference. He had begun to work himself up into a panic again when Earth informed him that it would grow back.

“It what?”

“‘Grows back, boss. I mean, like, it’ll take a few days and all that, and I’ll be eating a lot, but like, still-”

“How??”

“Always did before,” Earth shrugged, seeming far too relaxed for the situation. “Happened a lot back at school, disciplinary action and all that. It’s not exactly my real body, anyhow.”

Solar was momentarily so distracted by the revelation that Earth’s former “living situation” had been regularly cutting off their limbs as a substitute for time out that he almost didn’t catch the last part of their statement. “It what???”

Earth tapped their chest, pointing out the hard shells in the center. “Not my real body, that’s in there. It’s a fungal colony thing, kind of somewhere between an advanced ventriloquist dummy and whale blubber. I can move and feel and see and everything, it’s just that I can’t get hurt unless my core is damaged.”

Solar was unnerved and transfixed, watching with morbid fascination as their arm started to slowly stretch and reform. “How does that.. Work?”

“Kind of like human nervous systems, I guess?? Like, I just make more matter to pilot around, I just don’t have to deal with organs and all that complicated stuff. And I’m not as stuck in it, I guess.” They make a slight face. “Would’ve been easier if I oculd get the arm back though. Now I have to regrow everything by hand instead of using the old stuff.”

Solar blinked, somewhat mortified. “Not stuck? You can just.. Leave???”

Earth wrinkled their nose. “I mean, I can. It sucks though. It takes forever to get anywhere and I have too many nerves. I’m used to having limbs; wouldn’t recommend suddenly regressing into a fungus lump.”

Solar nodded, processing. “I always assumed you were a… gummy based monster.”

Earth shrugged. “Gelatin is made out of, like, bone marrow and stuff, personally I don’t see how fungus is much worse.”

There wasn’t really any arguing with that logic, so Solar nodded, standing up. “Well then! I’ll go retrieve what I can of your arm, do you want me to kill the man who took it? Need anything on the way back?”

Earth beamed, nodding. “Yes please! And cookies, if you can, Euro keeps sneaking extras.”

#tw graphic #tw injury #Solar #Solar's system #system lore #Earth #tw trauma mention #Saturn #friend andi #my ocs #not my ocs #Pluto #Neptune #the planets

[djitch]

Late Night, All Night, All Day, Cafeteria Bar and Grill Weekly Menu (week 2)

Monday - Friday:

Infinite Chilli - This weeks layer is largely unidentifiable. There is some kind of ground meat, we don't know what. It tastes kinda like whale but less fishy. There seem to be beans but nothing anyone in the kitchen has seen before, they are a vivid purple and they pop pleasantly in the mouth. The spice mixture is also unknown, it seems to be reminiscent of chilli but more floral and a different kind of spicy, like that of white peppercorn rather than of chilli peppers. Serving on your choice of tacos or nachos

Drake Steak* - Thick cut 12oz tail steaks from your choice of Fire, Lava or Smoke drake. Served with thick cut chips, Sichuan pepper sauce and rocket salad.

Mooshroom Steak* - Thick cut 12oz rib eye steaks from everyone favourite cow-like fungal-based life-form. Served with thick cut chips garlic mushrooms and rocket salad. (Vegetarian/Vegan option)

Saturday:

Time loop buffet - Pasta Bar - Ravioli, Tagliatelle, Macaroni, Spaghetti, we have it all, every single shape of pasta you can think of served with your choice of Red, Green or Blue pesto. Come back again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again. What will your favourite pasta shape be? Let us know in our suggestions box.

Sunday:

Roast dinner - Your choice of spit roasted Fire, Lava or Smoke drake. Served with bacon fried brussel sprouts and roasted mandrake root. Vegetarians are served fakon fried sprouts and double helpings of mandrake root along with our special smokey activated charcoal gravy.**

Drinks:

Coffee - Unlimited Refills

Blood - AB- (vegan)

Green - not vegan

Wine - Limited Refills***

Desserts:

Spotted Dick

Lady Fingers

Notes:

*if you ask for your steak well-done you will be asked to leave. Medium-well is acceptable but you will be judged.

**Please avoid the gravy if you are on any medication, ask at the counter and an antidote to the mandrake toxin can be provided in pill form.

***after the incident with @councilmemberserioth last week, each customer is limited to 13 refills a day.

[inoppositionflorien]

People casually kill insects all the time, but as an animal gets larger, as a very general rule of thumb with some exceptions, killing it becomes less socially acceptable.

This is obviously absurd from a purely philosophical standpoint. There is no particular reason that the life of a spider should be less valuable than that of, say, a dog, yet apparently on instinct, people tend to prioritize the dog.

Trolly problem absurdity not even remotely aside, I wonder what less obvious correlations between killing of various species and social acceptability there are. Size is obviously one, though it is a rough correlation, I don't think many would sacrifice a cat to save a buffalo (or bison), or a dog for a whale (any kind.)

Closeness to humans certainly correlates, though I think people would prioritize a bear or a fox over, say, a sheep, unless they're a sheep farmer or something.

There's a not insubstantial chance that being a mammal correlates, though I think people would probably prioritize an eagle or hawk over a rat or a squirrel or something. Maybe they would prioritize even some reptiles over them too.

And then there's questions like "pangolin, more or less acceptable to kill than a cactus wren", which might not prove anything.

Then you get the interesting questions of how many of x would you sacrifice for a y? How much more valuable is the life of one charismatic species than an uncharismatic species's? Would you kill several quintillion ants to save one cat? (Assuming you have a way to kill that many ants obviously). Does it matter much what kinds of ant?

Is there any amount of Jerusalem Crickets/Potato Bugs or other Weta type things that wouldn't be killed to protect literally anything else?

And that's not even getting to the question of the perceived relative value of plant life and fungal life and bacterial life and archaeal life and viral-maybe-it-counts-as-life relative to other things. Redwood versus grasshopper, I think I know what people would choose, but what about cow versus redwood? Bracken versus Basket Fungus? Bacteriophage versus yeast? A trillion ASGARD archaea versus a lancet?

How are these values determined? Well uhh

I aim to find out somehow. Probably.

#the value of life #florien in opposition to society probably #I'm definitely going to make polls for this and see what corrolations I can draw #even if the sample size is small and skewed by being on this particular website

[mycolalia]

🔪 ❄️!!

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

oh god uh where to even

start

i think the tensile strength of mammoth wool is up there, like whether it would be a good fiber to handspin (it would!!! THEY WERE CALICO AND FLUFFY ACTUALLY IT SEEMS LIKE)

uhhh

i do a lot of reading on

animal biology

the mechanisms of parasitism

the biological engineering of different spore release methods across spore bearing forms of life

whether you can make cheese from whale milk (no)

if you could process fungal chitin into a sheet and make things from it (yes, it's very intensive at the moment)

the

reproductive processes of caecelians

hartig nets are just fun to learn about

time crystals

i truly cannot pick just one so there's an assortment

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

oh god i have absolutely no idea i can't conceive of ever asking for things from other people

the answer is whatever my favourite writers want to work on i think i trust them implicitly to come up with things i will want to read we share a scholars and warriors bond

[moontoysstore]

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[findmeinshattrath]

In slight relation to my previous fungal whale post and Zangarmarsh-

I love that the Horde's main locations in Zangarmarsh are Troll-run

They aren't really related to the zone in a meaningful way, but it makes total sense that they would be the ones there. They're jungle trolls that live on islands, they would know their way around environments like that.

Also fond of Shadowprey Village in Desolace for similar reasons

#wow #world of warcraft #horde #jungle troll #darkspear troll #darkspear #Zangarmarsh #Zabra'jin #Swamprat Post #Desolace #Shadowprey Village

[richdadpoor]

Check Out These Winning Pics of Plants, Fungi, Whales, and Dinosaurs

The BMC Ecology and Evolution photo competition has come to an end, and the winners and runners-up cover a diverse sweep of the animal and fungal kingdoms. Read more…

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#Ant #Bee #Conservation biology #Environment #Gizmodo #Insects in culture #James Cook University #Jasmina Wiemann #João #Jordan Mallon #Life #new york botanical garden #Our Planet #Roberto García-Roa #Roberto-Roa #Shark #Symbiosis #Victor Huertas

[7r0773r]

Kitchen Music by Lesley Harrison

Kitchen Music

New York, 2017

                           collage = REALITY                                           —Joseph Cornell

i. the morning after with its "back to life" feeling. manhattan breakfast:

a restaurant of silver grey driftwood — a feeling of water.

ii. outside the coffee shop a young bird alighted — treethrushsong

iii. a gulf of rain, and the city sinks an inch.

at Penn Station, the lush tyres of yellow taxis — umbrellas of Cherbourg in the subway crush.

iv.

chance encounters: old back yards, reflections of the sun through curtains

from the sidewalk, gleaming the city market, "Hey Jude" among

bees and melons a steel bridge, the Hudson blank between the walls.

a corner bar. a girl in a window.

v. Thursday at the arboretum: cool green the café kitchen window open

and sounds tunnel in — song sparrows, butterflies that churr

vi. downtown evening: the sky towers of Manhattan dark green against a stark aqua sky

then home, the sea a new north blue.

the chill early March breezes a wild piano music. nostalgia wiped clear

vii.

this morning among the tidewrack: azimuth, whale bone

shoes and twine, a tedium of cartons, floats varia, etcetera.

a day owl, almost blue.

viii.

couch dream evening entre chien et loup, a high angelic sunset

"the earth with yellow pears and wild with roses"

ix. ephemera: what minute (infinitesimal) living can be

***

Iceland Poppy

Victoria Street, Kirkwall

it is snowing.

in the silence of this bright space

a tight bud creaking

prehistoric as delicate as birch

dark white, rooting.

***

Hailuoto

The island of Hailuoto first appeared in the waters of Gulf of Bothnia in the first or second century AD. It continues to rise, and is now connected to the landmass of Sweden at low tide.

•

not light not dark:

a blank north ocean too far for birds

•

a catch on the horizon

•

chilled enlightenment —

of crushed grey green, the sudden extrusion of a crest

a humboldt current drawing up the cold

the sea uneasy, querulous and dense the sea's slow upwelling

the sky an open eye

•

daylight, unworded: like a film left to run on endless loop

the old sea bed brought up into the air exhumed, exposed

the wind unrhymed, rough at the edges

the wind — a song no music.

•

grass grows: a faint effort, almost hum

as bays become lakes lakes become swamps swamps become meadows

blank brackish sponge fastened to each other, uterine and beading

eelpout, lugworm fungal and beetle black true wretches of the sea

•

at Marjaniemi

the pilot station black against the sky, its wooden ribs still sprung.

long strings are installed, tuned to its resonant frequencies.

all day, the building sings to itself in tectonic calm — A# and G — a faint, tinny gamelan

octaves blooming over hours or deforming as light or wind declines,

like that part of the inner ear whose thin hairs can detect a note, even at great distance

•

            between the houses, there is always wind

as if the ground,         in its blind lurch upward   has trapped part of the air above the sea

so that you round a corner into        a local squall, still playing out                                                       still gasping

       like an old sea mammal,    trapped on a sandbar       in cold daylight                                                       outweighed by its bones

       now dull eyed and puckering 

                                                                now slumped in sorrow

•

the white wind turbine, its helicopter shuddering as if the news from somewhere else had suddenly arrived without the pictures       and this was the sound today

of a flood in a suburb an unseasonal avalanche         a forgotten war in a small, hot country a market     a mosque, gouged out    all limbs and bloody                                                                                        bandages

•

fog makes isolated gestures like a hand without a body

•

landmarks are passed. keeping near offshore and losing

•

out of the visible ahead, a radio mast

•

fog, suspended.

an empty hallway a tremor in a glass of water

•

landstat. a light clicks on and kills the roar of light across the subpolar sky.

we have run aground at the outskirts. the rain from Oulu falls.

•

almost homelike: an island sunk in darkness in cobbled dry new forests

and the end of the street is the limit of the world where the ocean retreats and retreats

•

flute in a tall tree, rehearsing

quotations misplaced, part rhymes

reiterated, lost in a world of lost

***

Hymnal

Apis mellifera mellifera

[Spring]             thin undermusic:                           aeolian, arousing                           or whispery, thriving

                          now gossiping, their crowdy                           knees and elbows,                           all riddles and epiphanies

                          now off gallivanting                           from their next-door front doors,                           unlooping, climbing strings

                          humming their hums                           as they fly to the sun and back

[egg]                brief iota —

                          a pip of wet                           white something                           moistened to the wall

                          now bend                           now ripe                           now swelling

                          now raised like an eyebrow

[queen]            fine faced and sleek                          our cleopatra,                          high in her eyrie

                         a whore in a nunnery,                          paddling her bulk                          among oozy mattresses

                         and wide saffron tapestries                          stitched with faint                          gold leaf

[workers]        and the godmothers:

                         woody carmelites,                          performing their work-love                          in dark loft dormitories

                         mumming and murmuring,                          nursing their godlings

                         with old lullabies                          of operas and suicides                         and practical acts of love

[inspection]    look down!                         at this hoi polloi,                         on velvet gorse carpets

                        performing and performing their stories                         now zither, dispersing into corners

                        puzzling to disquiet like an                         orchestra gone to pieces,                         sending out doodlebugs

                        now riding out like valkyries                         harrassing, hurling lightnings                         piercing the smoke screen

                        like bees at bannockburn                         clouding for battle, skirling their anthem —

[June]             rain, rain.

                        idling, we soloists                         crooning our croons                         in the half dusk, dreaming

                        a whitish plant of brownish blossom

                        while shuddery pearls of                         water fall

[pollen]           what alchemists!                         what jealous privateers, what                         lapidary hoarders:

                        jewel pins of                         tessellated amber, copper, coral red                         tamped down, breaded to a pulp

                        packed like chandeliers and                         stacked to the rafters

                        and old gold, slightly tarnished                         forged into                         wee thrupenny bits

[starvation]     like a nuclear winter:

                        a whole army, still assembled in ranks                         stone dead in their bunker

                        gasless, grey as cement.

                        a private                         hara kiri, a death pact.

[supersedure] old troglodyte:                         old bauchle, old hebe                         alone in her parlour,

                        singing to herself                         this high summer evening,                         bald as a husk and

                        twitching her curtains,                         her kettle gone cold                         her children off to Canada

Hansel and Gretel in Photos

In the beginning, or almost, for in the forest everything had always already begun . . .                                                    -Claudio Magris, Microcosms

                              a young wood                              a curving flock of rooks                              a low orange sun

[1] it is as if we had all been astonished. standing against a wall of trees the sun remakes us as statues

light-struck, all surfaces and shadows. this is what we remember to remember and no one is growing any older

everyone alone in the daylight as all photographs are real and all stories are true.

but who is that, behind slipping back into the forest, and who is holding the camera?

[2] now we are in the other room; the two of them are talking in a corner faces averted, deep in shade.

the light from the window cloaks them, wool lined, elderly and private their white hair gleaming

their backs rigid and bossed, curved like wooden shields worn smooth, facing outward.

[3] this photograph was shot from below. she poses, towering like a goddess. the sky is bare, almost absent. her blouse is emitting its own light. a tree holds the clouds quite still. his eyes are turned to the ground. they stand by each other on the path so close, they make each other tremble.

[4] and now, here we are in the forest high on a branch, looking down like owls, folded and watchful;

and oak, and pollard, and rowan and green elm, and damp, and woodworm and two people almost in the frame

on another older, unmarked trail that only they can follow.

                            where does the forest begin?                             its entrances are invisible,                             its paths both real and imagined

                            its deep breaths                             neither heat nor melancholy;                             just the feeling that this is.

[5] our bedroom is curtained and airy. our bedroom is empty, like a room with pictures of woods and meadows. the pictures reach deep into the wall.

the floor is turfed and familiar. light comes and goes outside the window. birds fly through the timbered walls but we are not there to see it.

[6] I am a sweet, fat baby laced and ribboned like an idol, placed in her lap.

her hands curl like tree roots. she gazes, entranced at the eighty years between us.

                            climbing trees, gaining distance.                             the world, with its weight of nothing                             leans and levels, leans and levels.

[7] the village has vanished. the air is pink and colder. rooks clatter in the branches.

there is a sense of something new amiss, something whispery and nestish.

[8] her house is sinking into the ground: her sideboard is up to its knees in china, and shortbread, and sweeties. her old clock shows the time in years.

she waits on the sofa for us coming, turning live coals in the grate telling and retelling the future. her eyes are blank as pebbles.

[9] and now, here I am in my garden gathering silences in jars my house is as empty as water my door is open to the air

and everything is perfect, undefined and everything is yellow in the sun and suddenly I'm older than they are and now it is time to go home.

[10] evening arrives in minutes: the trees are hissing and sighing leaves blowing through the rooms

the walls now soft and undecided and ants tunnel under the paper the pattern blurring and blinking

the text creeping into the picture where everything is both false and true.

[11] tonight all the houses are sleeping the chimneys long towards the sky our car is parked at the pavement my hands are like moths on her face

she hides me up inside her hair she is as comfortable as sleep the street lamps humming in the dark the forest is jagged and empty.

[12] how in the end they simply went home, returning at evening

walking backwards through coarse grasses and monstrous stumps of wood

gathering small discarded moons which glowed, then winked and died in their pockets.

                            fires burn the tops of trees                             orange, orange, dull brown

                            the trees full-length against the sky                             at sunset, as seen from below.

                            this is a picture of itself.                             there are no shadows.

#lesley harrison #book quotes

[robertmcneiljr]

What are sharks most afraid of?

Sharks are recognized as one of the most ferocious predators in the water, generating both terror and curiosity in people worldwide. They are admirably equipped for ocean life, with their keen teeth, strong jaws, and streamlined bodies. But what are sharks afraid of? Contrary to common opinion, sharks are not invincible and must battle with natural predators and anxieties. Magnetic Fields, Killer Whales, Other Predatory Fish, and Diseases are key risks sharks confront in their habitat.

Killer whales, often known as Orcas, are among the few predators capable of taking down a Great White shark. Orcas are extremely clever and hunt in groups, making them dangerous opponents for even the largest sharks.

They have been seen slamming sharks from below, flipping them over, and immobilizing them. When a shark is debilitated, killer whales will frequently consume only its liver, leaving the rest of the body alone. Because of this behavior, experts believe that Orcas may see sharks as a food source rather than a danger.

Sharks are only sometimes at the top of the food chain in their habitat, and they must fight for resources with other predatory species. Some fish, including Barracudas and Moray Eels, have been known to attack and even kill smaller sharks.

While sharks are powerful predators in their own right, they are no match for human force and creativity. Overfishing, pollution, and habitat degradation have all led to a worldwide reduction in shark numbers. Sharks are also sought for their fins, utilized in traditional Chinese medicine and in some cultures as delicacies.

Larger sharks, such as Tiger Sharks and Bull Sharks, may potentially threaten smaller or weaker species members. In many circumstances, rivalry for food and territory motivates behavior rather than fear.

Shark attacks on people are uncommon, with just a few yearly fatalities. However, these instances frequently result in heightened fear and bad opinions of sharks, exacerbating human-caused challenges to their existence.

Sharks are magnetically sensitive, which may surprise you. They employ this capacity to travel the ocean and seek prey, putting them vulnerable to human-caused disruptions such as offshore drilling and power generation.

These actions can potentially disturb the Earth's magnetic field, leading sharks and other marine creatures to become confused and disoriented. The long-term impacts of these perturbations on shark populations are still being studied, but it is obvious that they constitute a substantial danger to their survival.

Sharks, like other creatures, are susceptible to sickness and infection. One example is the skin illness known as white spot syndrome virus, which has been discovered in various shark species throughout the world. The virus develops white patches on the shark's skin and finally kills it.

Fungal infections, tapeworms, and bacteria are among the other illnesses and parasites that afflict sharks. While some concerns may not be as apparent or evident as others, they can have a substantial long-term influence on shark populations.

To summarize, while sharks are the top predators, they are not indestructible and suffer several environmental dangers. Killer whales, predatory fish, people, magnetic field disturbances, and illness are all possible threats to shark populations. It is crucial to remember that fear and aggressiveness are natural responses for any animal, including sharks when faced with a perceived threat. We can help safeguard the survival of these amazing species for future generations by knowing these dangers and trying to reduce our influence on their ecosystem.

[greateggcult]

Usually I have the feeing that people would / do unanimously hate me on some level but I feel like If I ever properly encounter Wilbur Soot we could hit it off pretty well. I don’t know were this confidence is coming from. like “oh yeah that unique fellow would get a good kick out of what I have going on”.

I’m the loosely defined girl in a floral sundress, drawing snarling canines in my phone books, and singing silly songs to pass time. I could tell him why some old graves have bells and about the beauty of fungal growth on wood or the iridescence of a dragonfly’s wings, the excessive lifelessness of tall buildings in cities and the few plants that grown unasked in the cracks of the pavement below. Like I could use big words and see recognition instead of tv static, or I could show him a cool bug that I’ve spotted and It would not be weird or disturbing to know the scientific words for the insect’s anatomy and niche.

exploring abandoned buildings I could point out historical details about the architecture and how faulty wiring might be the cause of certain cases of “ghosts” and how if people actually wanted to potentially find evidence what kinds of things could be implemented to help eliminate false positives.

or argue if cheesecake is correctly classified.

I wonder if he would be just as starry eyed, or if my natural brain chemicals are just messing with me again. Could this be another Whale 52, or does somebody simply need to remove the mirror from my cage?

#wilbur soot #the pessimist in me is pissed to be found smitten over somebody that I have never knowingly encountered #it feels kind of like the start to that one 'party rock is in the house tonight' joke comic #I took a break from my art for a while and suddenly there's a guy doing the same sort of things but better #and I'm sitting here like a dumbass thinking 'oh damn I might be in love' #this is wrong and highly questionable so please would somebody kindly rip my heart ot of my chest so I can go back to status quo