Oct. 31st, 2014

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Monitor lifts bought for the screens, which have ironically perhaps lifted them too far up.

State of the Art acquired in Toronto and read. Dear god Iain M. Banks. AJsklfjaslkfjlas.

Am actually a piece of pop art for Halloween.

So much for missing long-form journalling... I chat more on #yuletide than I write here.

 

A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax