Lemmy finally got to see her real snow this morning.
Happy Valentine's Day, Sweetface.
EMIL CIORAN
In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.
TADEUSZ DĄBROWSKI
“A Botanical Garden in Winter”
Instead of flowers and annuals in livid snow a forest
of nameplates: Ammobium alatum
(everlasting), Myosotis (forget-me-not),
Textus ubiquitus. All that’s left is to believe
in the roots and tubers buried in the earth.
Though what does it matter in winter? Only
in the palm house is life richly flourishing,
words spiral into stems and leaves, entwining to form
epics and philippics. They wither and rise again
under the caring dome of a plexiglass sky. In a nursery
at the edges of the garden, in perfect order,
new words are already germinating.
—Translated by Antonia Lloyd-Jones
Daily Painting
Pieter Bruegel the Elder
HUNTERS IN THE SNOW (1565)
The perfect image for when you've had the hottest June on record, the hottest July on record, the hottest August on record, the hottest year on record, and less than half an inch of rain in 70 days ... in NW Oregon. You know, that place you don't want to live (or even visit) because it's so wet and grey.