Just found out my facebook birding group is public because my cousin (a lawyer who is not into birds) casually said to me “saw you couldn’t identify a willet the other day… pretty embarrassing”
Who is Cassandra? For a dime she will tell you that the swimming pool is full of blood. Like spacetime, she is nonlinear, nonnarrative and the most beautiful of Priam’s daughters according to Homer who says that when she stood up to prophesy she shone like a lamp in a bomb shelter. Your eye is inclined to bounce off then glue itself onto Cassandra’s surface. The longer you look at her the more fiercely you have to struggle to see her light which seems to sink its beam into you at a hotter and hotter frequency. Eventually you notice that something stinks. It is the gelatin of your own eyeball. A smell at once small and gigantic, some people found it sexual, I did not. To me it is the smell of matter experiencing its own future. Scientifically, the smell of a rip in spacetime.
Anne Carson· “Cassandra Float Can Original Cut.” Float (2016)
This. Is my pride and joy. A gift for my dad, who played Zork with me when I was a kid, and with his dad when he was a kid. I designed this pattern myself and had a great time puzzling out how to hide the glow in the dark letters!
Pattern: “West of House” by me Fabric: 2x1 on 18ct Blue-Grey Aida Started: 11/27/2021 Finished: 12/25/2021
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