A cavity is a hole that can also hurt your teeth. To cure a cavity you have to go to the dentist. It may refer to:
* Dental cavity, damage to the structure of teeth
* Resonator, a device designed to select for waves of particular wavelengths
* Optical cavity, the cavity resonator of a laser
* Cavitation, the phenomenon of partial vacuums forming in fluid, for example, in propellors
* Cavitary pneumonia, a type of pneumonia in which a hole is formed in the lung
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Saturday, March 8, 2008
From a journal found in my desk.
In the morning I was dreaming of sweet and tiny Latina siblings who were indecipherable and who brought home their schoolwork to show me. Whoa, brother and sister, I love you.
Give me grace, give me mercy, and give me good strong will.
Give me grace, give me mercy, and give me good strong will.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Mallarme nee Edwards nee Harpers
These nymphs that I would perpetuate:
so clear
And light, their carnation, that it floats in the air
Heavy with leafy slumbers.
Did I love a dream?
My doubt, night’s ancient hoard, pursues its theme
In branching labyrinths, which being still
The veritable woods themselves, alas, reveal
My triumph as the ideal fault of roses.
Consider…
if the women of your glosses
Are phantoms of your fabulous desires!
Faun, the illusion flees from the cold, blue eyes
Of the chaster nymph like a fountain gushing tears:
But the other, all in sighs, you say, compares
To a hot wind through the fleece that blows at noon?
No! through the motionless and weary swoon
Of stifling heat that suffocates the morning,
Save from my flute, no waters murmuring
In harmony flow out into the groves;
And the only wind on the horizon no ripple moves,
Exhaled from my twin pipes and swift to drain
The melody in arid drifts of rain,
Is the visible, serene and fictive air
Of inspiration rising as if in prayer.
Relate, Sicilian shores, whose tranquil fens
My vanity disturbs as do the suns,
Silent beneath the brilliant flowers of flame:
“That cutting hollow reeds my art would tame,
I saw far off, against the glaucous gold
Of foliage twined to where the springs run cold,
An animal whiteness languorously swaying;
To the slow prelude that the pipes were playing,
This flight of swans — no! naiads — rose in a shower
Of spray…”
so clear
And light, their carnation, that it floats in the air
Heavy with leafy slumbers.
Did I love a dream?
My doubt, night’s ancient hoard, pursues its theme
In branching labyrinths, which being still
The veritable woods themselves, alas, reveal
My triumph as the ideal fault of roses.
Consider…
if the women of your glosses
Are phantoms of your fabulous desires!
Faun, the illusion flees from the cold, blue eyes
Of the chaster nymph like a fountain gushing tears:
But the other, all in sighs, you say, compares
To a hot wind through the fleece that blows at noon?
No! through the motionless and weary swoon
Of stifling heat that suffocates the morning,
Save from my flute, no waters murmuring
In harmony flow out into the groves;
And the only wind on the horizon no ripple moves,
Exhaled from my twin pipes and swift to drain
The melody in arid drifts of rain,
Is the visible, serene and fictive air
Of inspiration rising as if in prayer.
Relate, Sicilian shores, whose tranquil fens
My vanity disturbs as do the suns,
Silent beneath the brilliant flowers of flame:
“That cutting hollow reeds my art would tame,
I saw far off, against the glaucous gold
Of foliage twined to where the springs run cold,
An animal whiteness languorously swaying;
To the slow prelude that the pipes were playing,
This flight of swans — no! naiads — rose in a shower
Of spray…”
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Temple to the Sun
Scientists from the American Astronomical Society attended their annual meeting and agreed that the universe is bizarre and violent. “This is the glory of the universe,” said the association's president. “What is odd and what is normal is changing.”
Hamann
What Tarquin the Proud said in his garden with the poppy blooms was understood by the son but not by the messenger.
Oh boy!
Drove back to Iowa with a hallucinogenic fever. The clouds rolled down to the edge of the road, a great grey wall that made the trucks light up like carnival tents. Next day I was shaky and debilitated, unable to sit up or concentrate, something I haven't experienced in a long time. Mouth tasted like pine nuts, truly the worst of all possible tastes, and that prevented me from consuming anything. My inability to drink water made me temporarily wonder if I had rabies. Today I got dressed, walked around in the house, and ingested a glass of milk and a carrot. Oh boy!
Monday, February 18, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
The Golden Rooster and the Hoodoo Queen
The story goes: [A detective is put on the
case of a girl who he may or may not have been involved with, a girl
who took all the love she could steal and ran. He knows that she
isn't really a cowgirl but she always rides into the sun and he
follows her from Texas to Louisiana, via Sunrise. His sadness taught
him to move slowly, to pull his hat down and turn up his collar.] [He
finds notes on diner tables in her handwriting: The only thing I
could never get behind, she said, is that you wore sunglasses in the
dark. She writes: When I met you, you were the only boy around with a
three piece suit. She writes: I was the only girl in town who could
never hold her whiskey. She writes: I became a cowgirl just to shoot
you down. He knows that she isn't really a cowgirl but in every diner
he asks after the girl with invisible silver spurs.] [The notes stop
in New Orleans and he sits and waits. On his clean white steps is
left the head of a golden chicken and a note from the Hoodoo Queen
telling him where to go if he wants to get the girl. The note says
the girl's name is Sweetheart, a name the detective thinks he may
recognize. On the morning that he goes to meet the queen he gets on
his steps his first note in weeks from the girl with the invisible
silver spurs. The note says, "Baby, watch your step. I'll hex you
right back."] [The voodoo queen tells him that when he told Sweetheart
"I'm going to keep an eye on you." he lost his name and became a
cigarette and a flask of whiskey between a slouch hat and a long coat.
She says: the world listens and makes changes accordingly. She says:
Alligator feet and chicken teeth won't put her boots back under your
bed. She says: It's a little late to be ethical about whom is
climbing in and out of whose window. She says: She told you she
loved you and all you could ask was Hoo Doo? The Hoodoo queen tells
him that the missing piece of the story, the part he forgot, was that
he wants his lover back and she reminds him "What is more sensual and
earthly than death?" The Hoodoo Queen tells him where to meet the
girl with the invisible silver spurs.] [He wore black. She wore
white. He asked to see her palm where the voodoo queen said he would
read a trace of indecision but all he could find was a trace of
disappointment. The voodoo queen told him there was no evil in the
gentler sex but he read it there clear as day. He knew then that some
early morning he'd been outclassed and outhexed. He said, I came here
just so you would fill me full of lead. She said, If I shot you down
be sure it would be with a silver bullet. He wasn't shot but if he
had been, it would have been by a silver bullet. She said: I'm
through with climbing into windows, now I'm going to climb into the
sky. Out on the levee the ghosts whispered: I love you and answered:
Hoo Doo?]
case of a girl who he may or may not have been involved with, a girl
who took all the love she could steal and ran. He knows that she
isn't really a cowgirl but she always rides into the sun and he
follows her from Texas to Louisiana, via Sunrise. His sadness taught
him to move slowly, to pull his hat down and turn up his collar.] [He
finds notes on diner tables in her handwriting: The only thing I
could never get behind, she said, is that you wore sunglasses in the
dark. She writes: When I met you, you were the only boy around with a
three piece suit. She writes: I was the only girl in town who could
never hold her whiskey. She writes: I became a cowgirl just to shoot
you down. He knows that she isn't really a cowgirl but in every diner
he asks after the girl with invisible silver spurs.] [The notes stop
in New Orleans and he sits and waits. On his clean white steps is
left the head of a golden chicken and a note from the Hoodoo Queen
telling him where to go if he wants to get the girl. The note says
the girl's name is Sweetheart, a name the detective thinks he may
recognize. On the morning that he goes to meet the queen he gets on
his steps his first note in weeks from the girl with the invisible
silver spurs. The note says, "Baby, watch your step. I'll hex you
right back."] [The voodoo queen tells him that when he told Sweetheart
"I'm going to keep an eye on you." he lost his name and became a
cigarette and a flask of whiskey between a slouch hat and a long coat.
She says: the world listens and makes changes accordingly. She says:
Alligator feet and chicken teeth won't put her boots back under your
bed. She says: It's a little late to be ethical about whom is
climbing in and out of whose window. She says: She told you she
loved you and all you could ask was Hoo Doo? The Hoodoo queen tells
him that the missing piece of the story, the part he forgot, was that
he wants his lover back and she reminds him "What is more sensual and
earthly than death?" The Hoodoo Queen tells him where to meet the
girl with the invisible silver spurs.] [He wore black. She wore
white. He asked to see her palm where the voodoo queen said he would
read a trace of indecision but all he could find was a trace of
disappointment. The voodoo queen told him there was no evil in the
gentler sex but he read it there clear as day. He knew then that some
early morning he'd been outclassed and outhexed. He said, I came here
just so you would fill me full of lead. She said, If I shot you down
be sure it would be with a silver bullet. He wasn't shot but if he
had been, it would have been by a silver bullet. She said: I'm
through with climbing into windows, now I'm going to climb into the
sky. Out on the levee the ghosts whispered: I love you and answered:
Hoo Doo?]
Gardenparalysis
peonies, posies, dandelion, blackberry, fig tree, petunias, begonias, African violets, kale, tomatoes, snapdragons, mint, jasmine, lavender, basil, Christmas cactus, bluebells, peppers, and queen Anne's lace
Dictum
Q. When the Philosophers speak of gold and silver, from which they extract their matter, are we to suppose that they refer to the vulgar gold and silver?
A. By no means; vulgar silver and gold are dead, while those of the Philosophers are full of life.
What is that?
A caterpillar.
What is a caterpillar?
That is a caterpillar.
A. By no means; vulgar silver and gold are dead, while those of the Philosophers are full of life.
What is that?
A caterpillar.
What is a caterpillar?
That is a caterpillar.
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