“In the night of Brahma, nature is inert, and cannot dance till Shiva wills it: He rises from his rapture, and dancing sends through inert matter pulsing waves of awakening sound, and matter also dances appearing as a glory round about him. Dancing, he sustains its manifold phenomena. In the fulness of time, still dancing, he destroys all forms and names by fire and gives new rest. This is poetry; but none the less, science.”

Coomaraswamy, Ananda, “The Dance of Shiva; fourteen Indian Essays”, 1970, Munshiram Manoharlal Publishers, New Dehli.

just because yesterday was nothing but another day
painted by Scott Campbell

Thanks to Lyna Ahanda (of Lurve Magazine) for the link!

The exciting thing about all this is that as it is new it is old and as it is old it is new, but now we have come to be in our way which is an entirely different way.
–Gertrude Stein

Every time I come home I stand in the doorway and say, “It’s time for a monster to eat me now.” Then it does.

When I go to bed and pull the covers open, I say, “It’s time for a monster to eat me now.” Then it does.

Every time I get out of bed I say, “It’s time for a monster to eat me now.” Then it does.

Every time I leave my home, I say, “It’s time for a monster to eat me now.” Then it does.

Illustration appears in the May 1957 issue of Sexology: Sex Science Illustrated Volume 23 Number 10.

Text was written by Sam Pink.

Images extracted from Project Gutenberg’s Beeton’s Book of Needlework, by Isabella Beeton

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Today I said goodbye to my conflicted goddess
Her lush eyes show surprise
At how we could gather knowledge
The painting has a dream
Where shadow breaks the scene
And the colors run off
Blue is bashful, green is my goal
Yellow girls are running backward
Until the next time, with six hits of sunshine
The lights will blind us with blues in haiku
The shadow has a dream
Where painters look to sea
And colors burn out
Now I know where I once saw you
Stepping into muddy water
John’s reflection decried perfection
Now you walk him through the garden
Waiting in the wings
Painters shade their dreams
With falling colors
See me wave goodbye forever
Happiness the goddess lover
Hurry back remember last time
The hits of sunshine, the hits of goldmine
I’ll see you back tonight
Where painters love the light
And yellow shadow girls
Today I say goodbye to my complicious goddess
Her hushed eyes show surprise
At how we captured knowledge
I’ll see you back tonight
Where shadows dream of light
Let’s slip on outside
Sonic Youth – Hits of Sunshine (For Allen Ginsberg) appears on the album A Thousand Leaves.