"दिल चीज़ क्या है, आप मेरी जान लीजिये"

stop smiling and tell me how annoying i am

“Do not ask your children

to strive for extraordinary lives.

Such striving may seem admirable,

but it is the way of foolishness.

Help them instead to find the wonder

and the marvel of an ordinary life.

Show them the joy of tasting

tomatoes, apples and pears.

Show them how to cry

when pets and people die.

Show them the infinite pleasure

in the touch of a hand.

And make the ordinary come alive for them.

The extraordinary will take care of itself.”

— William Martin

“And in the same way the dandelion’s destruction tells us about ourselves, so does our own destruction: our bodies are ecosystems, and they shed and replace and repair until we die. And when we die, our bodies feed the hungry earth, our cells becoming part of other cells, and in the world of the living, where we used to be, people kiss and hold hands and fall in love and fuck and laugh and cry and hurt others and nurse broken hearts and start wars and pull sleeping children out of car seats and shout at each other. If you could harness that energy—that constant, roving hunger—you could do wonders with it. You could push the earth inch by inch through the cosmos until it collided heart-first with the sun.”

— Carmen Maria Machado, from In the Dream House (via florizels)

You think murderers get rid of all the evidence and not keep some as a memoir? Like a number plate or a ear.

The murder

Twt bakwas

Sending the shit out of me rn

Over 800 terrestrial exoplanets visualized and arranged according to their equilibrium temperature and size.

chart by u/mVargic

Ornitographies by Xavi Bou

ORNITOGRAPHIES ARISES FROM THE AUTHOR’S CONCERN FOR CAPTURING THOSE UNNOTICED MOMENTS AND FROM THE INTEREST IN QUESTIONING THE LIMITS OF HUMAN PERCEPTION.

Xavi Bou focuses on birds, his great passion, in order to capture in a single time frame, the shapes they generate when flying, making visible the invisible.

Unlike other motion analyses which preceded it, Ornitographies moves away from the scientific approach of chronophotography used by photographers like Eadweard Muybridge and Etienne-Jules Marey.

The approach used by Xavi Bou to portray the scene is not invasive; moreover, it rejects the distant study, resulting in organic form images that stimulate the imagination.

TECHNOLOGY, SCIENCE, AND CREATIVITY COMBINE TO CREATE EVOCATIVE IMAGES WHICH SHOW THE SENSUALITY AND BEAUTY OF THE BIRD’S MOVEMENTS AND WHICH ARE, AT THE SAME TIME, CLUES FOR THOSE WISHING TO IDENTIFY OR RECOGNIZE THEM.

In Ornitographies, the skill envied by men, the long-lasting shared yearning of flying, is presented to us, extending our visual perception.

Art and science walk hand in hand to create images, which are no longer a single portrait of reality but become a witness of the instants that, for a moment, were past, present, and future all at once.

ORNITOGRAPHIES IS A BALANCE BETWEEN ART AND SCIENCE; A NATURE-BASED DISSEMINATION PROJECT AND A VISUAL POETRY EXERCISE BUT ABOVE ALL, AN INVITATION TO PERCEIVE THE WORLD WITH THE SAME CURIOUS AND INNOCENT LOOK OF THE CHILD WE ONCE WERE.

( information and pictures from his website

xavibou.com)

mankind? No. man mean

Young Mahmoud Darwish, (Palestinian poet and writer)

محمود درويش في شبابه، شاعر القضية الفلسطينية

His Life:

Mahmoud Darwish was born in "Al Birweh" Palestine (1941), During the establishment of the State of "Israel" in (1948), his village was destroyed and his family fled to Lebanon. As a young man, Darwish faced house arrest and imprisonment for his political activism and for publicly reading his poetry. - Darwish published his first work of poetry "Wingless Birds" in (1964), when he was 19.

His Poems:

I am from there, I am from here. I am not there, and I am not here. I have two names, which meet and part. And I have two languages, I forget which

We love life if we find a way to it. And we plant, where we settle, some fast growing plants, and harvest the dead. We play the flute like the color of the faraway, sketch over the dirt corridor a neigh. We write our names one stone at a time, O lightning brighten the night. We love life if we find a way to it…

If the canary doesn't sing to you my friend know that you are the warden of your prison

- Translated by Fady Joudah

frank o’hara, from biotherm (for bill berkson)