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skeletal-science · 7 months ago
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Bird man
Pierre Belon (1517–1564) was a French traveler, naturalist, writer and diplomat. Like many others of the Renaissance period, he studied and wrote on a range of topics including ichthyology, ornithology, botany, comparative anatomy, architecture and Egyptology.
In his L'Histoire de la nature des oyseaux (1555) he included two figures of the skeletons of humans and birds marking the homologous bones. This is widely used as one of the earliest ideas on comparative anatomy.
Text from Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pierre_Belon
Image (also used in the thumbnail for this page) is from Wikicommons: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Belon_Oyseaux.jpg Pierre Belon (1517-1564), Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
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syyndara · a month ago
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Inspiration: The Men and the Quiet - Sean Thomas Dougherty
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jenifersaturn · 8 months ago
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Do pay the ferryman
Do you believe, after so long, that we could live in peace and with love, when we’re so battered and broken a gust of wind could blow us off. Do you think we can sail and go on when pain is clutching tight our souls. Justice is blind, yet those who fall get to meet it’s eyes, as their sins become unbound.
We crave to be free from expectations, from the chains that hold us down, yet they trap us in their lies as they drag us down. Why wish when you know it won’t come true, why wish when you could make it do.
Blind justice, choking you down. Blind faith, mocking you in the dark. Blind love, poisoning your mind. Blind hope, hurts your heart.
Their sins are heavy in Lady Justice’s presence, Their crimes clear in Nemesis’ sight. Plain in the dark their bare souls hang, Yet to be judged by Hades’ Court.
Do pay the ferryman for his troubles, As no one should transport such horrid mortals, Do pay the ferryman for his troubles, As none of them shall put their feet on Elysium’s sacred land.
Rock your boat to the cries of the damned, Trek through the mountains of those who fell under the stars. Try to understand the language that only they can speak, Make sure to hear their muffled screams.
History paints us as the bad ones, prejudiced as it is. Our life is decided by how people perceive us to be. Is it really a surprise that our lives turned out to be so terrible in the face of their hate and disdain?
Suffering in silence, hoping no one finds out The past is haunting us with scorching ruthlessness Killing us slowly, as we hide our tears away In our hearts we save the grief to be dealt with on a later date
Blind justice, choking you down. Blind faith, mocking you in the dark. Blind love, poisoning your mind. Blind hope, hurts your heart.
Their sins are heavy in Lady Justice’s presence, Their crimes clear in Nemesis’ sight. Plain in the dark their bare souls hang, Yet to be judged by Hades’ Court.
Do pay the ferryman for his troubles, As no one should transport such horrid mortals, Do pay the ferryman for his troubles, As none of them shall put their feet on Elysium’s sacred land.
Idly standing by looking at our scars, insolence shines in their hearts as they send us to our deaths. Aergia is present here, Ares watching from afar. The bells ring, and another war is about to start.
Lupe haunts the warriors, Ania drowns them all, and finally Achos strikes, thus Anaideia unforgiving digs her path.
Beside her is her brother, Eleos the Merciful One, and only him prevents despair from destroying our hearts. Our enemies show clemency, true pity for us, their mercy the reason today here we stand.
Do you believe, after so long, that we could live in peace and with love, when we’re so battered and broken a gust of wind could blow us off. Do you think we can sail and go on when pain is clutching tight our souls. Justice is blind, yet those who fall get to meet it’s eyes, as their sins become unbound.
Plain in the dark their bare souls hang, Yet to be judged by Hades’ Court. Do pay the ferryman for his troubles, As none of them shall put their feet on Elysium’s sacred land.
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magnetictapedatastorage · 9 months ago
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snippets of articles referenced in Penny debate in the United States
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lachkegeetanjali · 5 months ago
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Lucid Lily 10
Day 10 - A poem from Korea.
Korean Sijo Poetry.
Here is another country and another poem for today.
Translation:
May today be today, may everyday be today
May each day never end
But if it does, may it dawn into today
By Flora Kim.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Korean_poetry#:~:text=Korean%20poetry%20is%20poetry%20performed,in%20Hanja%20and%20later%20Hangul.
Thank you for reading!
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silverflamez · 8 months ago
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remembering the time my friend had a minor fight with her boyfriend and went out in the hallway to cool down and I was awkward and didn't know her boyfriend very well and wanted to cheer her up so I decided the best way to do that was to go out in the hallway with her and tell her the entire life story of u.s. presidential assassin charles j guiteau
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Vampires don’t have reflections because of the belief that your reflection is your soul and vampires don’t have souls. It’s not the thing Freddie said about silver. At least, that was the case for the gothic, Dracula-style vampires that D&D vampires are based on. 
#dungeons and daddies#dndads#I know the ep came out 4 days ago and i'm barely in this fandom#but i just had to say something somewhere#and I don't have twitter#i wonder how i would actually go about figuring out where the thing about silver mirrors and vampires started#i should talk to like.  a librarian or something.#i'm actually very curious#i know it's mentioned in the tomb of dracula which was published in 1972#but i only know that because i saw the silver nitrate thing in blade (1998) and decided to look into that#i wouldn't know how to do real research#wikipedia claims that vampires are weak to silver in north american folklore and some european folklore#i'll admit i don't know the first thing about any north american folklore but i also know that modern literary vampires aren't based on it#so i don't think that's relevant here#as for european folklore there's no source given#and a traditionally published encyclopedia of vampires tells me european folklore vampires weren't weak to silver except in some rare cases#like the author .. editor? ... was able to find precisely three accounts in all their research#and again these would not be the stories modern literary vampires are based on#they're based on eastern european folklore to an extent but also more explicitly they're inspired by a lot of stories/books/poems/etc.#published throughout the 19th and 20th centuries#with each author sort of taking things and leaving other things and adding their own things until our vampires are different is a trope#but basically someone at some point was the first to suggest vampires are weak to silver#and probably someone else was the first to suggest that weakness is somehow the reason vampires don't have reflections#and that person may have been roy thomas and/or stan lee and/or gerry conway in 1972#but also maybe not
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poemswhileyouwait · 2 years ago
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“Life, Death (& Fun) by Hajrije Kolimja -- The Field Museum, 7.9.19
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egoschwank · a year ago
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al things considered — when i post my masterpiece #808
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first posted in facebook february 28, 2020
larry rivers -- "washington crossing the delaware" (1953)
"to contemplate a piece of art or to create it, make love, even ... i knew no emotion never would equal one that came over to me when i was playing music" ... larry rivers
"a hard, howling, tossing water scene. strong tide was washing hero clean. 'how cold!' weather stings as in anger. o silent night shows war ace danger!
the cold waters swashing on in rage. redcoats warn slow his hint engage. when star general's action wish'd 'go!' he saw his ragged continentals row.
ah, he stands – sailor crew went going. and so this general watches rowing. he hastens – winter again grows cold. a wet crew gain hessian stronghold.
george can't lose war with's hands in; he's astern – so go alight, crew, and win!" ... david shulman
"'washington crossing the delaware' is a sonnet that was written in 1936 by david shulman [...] the poem is noted for being an anagrammatic poem – in this case, a 14-line rhyming sonnet in which every line is an anagram of the title" ... wikipedia “i think of a picture of a smorgasbord of the recognizable” ... larry rivers
"'delaware crossing the washington' ... is just babble written by al janik ... if it is noted at all, it suggests a reversal of proper nouns that get what they deserve -- in this case, a 29 letter anagram of the originAL smorgasbord ... no, it does not rhyme" ... al janik
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thoughtportal · a year ago
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Senryū (川柳, literally 'river willow') is a Japanese form of short poetry similar to haiku in construction: three lines with 17  morae (or "on", often translated as syllables, but see the article on onji for distinctions). Senryū tend to be about human foibles while haiku tend to be about nature, and senryū are often cynical or darkly humorous while haiku are more serious. Unlike haiku, senryū do not include a kireji (cutting word), and do not generally include a kigo, or season word.[1][2]
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kevinsvibe · 2 years ago
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Living in the hotel...
It's been another week away from home, I'm still loving every single moment and choice which has me right where I am, stuck between a rock and hard place. This lifestyle of just flowing works best for my family and friends who live life the right way. Having fun is the most important part when looking in the right direction and working with the right crew. It's about making the things you carry when you travel, no matter how far; matter... what matters you bring along with you, what doesn't is left behind, let go of and or given and gifted away to those deserving, lucky or simply knowing that its going to be free or left behind no matter what. Make whatever works, work for you and make the love and color and light travel into the night sky, faster than the speed of sound, creating new patterns, holes and crowns. Made of thorns, made of love, made with blood, sweat and tears... the sounds of mystery, heros and villains cycle, smoke fills the air still... dissipate and evolve, make sure they stay lost and stay strong... evaporate and make fate, whatever you create, we destroy when we mate... Call it fate. Call it karma. Call it the Devil and God Raging inside me. One heart. One mind. One soul. One feeling. One love. One beat. One rhythm. One chance. One emotion. One robot. One rock. One stick. One dot. One line...........
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Robot Math Rock... RUN DMC... WUTANG... PUNK ROCK
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