A Glass of Orange Juice
Volcano
Last Updated (Tuesday, 30 November 1999 00:00) Written by Megan Whitney Monday, 12 April 2010 02:47
Flying above
looking down-- lily ponds bleak in their darkened state
have not yet erupted, blue sparkles elder over Pliny ash as a fallen hero from Italy collapses on victory’s verge. Ernest, in his ways, he does not listen.
Dull-focused in on grey centered entrance to a Vesuvian hell.
Opening ruptures planet’s face, small at first love grew quickly nurtured, watered by her cum dripping off his face—forming pools for fresh water fish to weave in and out, almost extinct and under—
Grow coral reefs,
hot. Magma and ash escape below suffocating in self-offending pressures.
Vulcan rains embers down as Chilean women scream out in fear.
Tectonics awash diverging ridges built up over time. A frog leaps from one pad to the next as drums beat incessantly, ancestrally on the second overhead.
Sliding past each other, wings spread wide so plates cannot sink into ‘isms.
And though boundaries plume in distant planet’s wake—Ernest dives now searching for Venus’ pink love. A love that pulses waves between thighs replacing credits for quitters she closes, inhaling deep.
Force and bulge as Helen does while Michael is nowhere to be found and crowning heads link rocky boundaries for life to be never-lasting.
Tall compost ejected in Ernest, next month’s earnings will be worth this month’s cost, he talks.
Spits sheets spread thin with lines tagged brief. All roads lead to nuclear war and his critique is vulgar, ripening vulvas as they lush.
Erupt from cinders he grows. He glows.
Swami Dayananda Saraswati: The profound journey of compassion
Last Updated (Tuesday, 30 November 1999 00:00) Written by Megan Whitney Tuesday, 06 April 2010 04:06
I can't seem to get my embed button to work, but this is an amazing talk I wanted to share with everyone.
http://www.ted.com/talks/swami_dayananda_saraswati.html
At the University College of North Wales at Bangor
Last Updated (Tuesday, 30 November 1999 00:00) Written by Megan Whitney Monday, 05 April 2010 02:01
At the University College of North Wales at Bangor
by Gerald Locklin
Most of my students here are very poor.
I seldom see them in the pubs: they
Cannot really afford the prices.
As winter hits they have to decide whether
To spend their shillings on the coin-operated heaters
Or on food.
I suspect that heat often wins—you can
Freeze to death quicker than you will starve.
Their incentive is that they will presumably
Have more comfortable lives if they survive
The minimalist conditions of college.
From which to buy books.
We are encouraged to require
Very few books.
A book is a valued art object here.
I never hear a complaint here
And no one misses a tutorial
Without the most profuse and formal
Of apologies.
In California my students and I and everyone else,
Also including the movie stars and politicians and
Pro-athletes,
Seldom stop for breath
In the midst of a constant bitching.
Donate to the Haiti Earthquake
Last Updated (Tuesday, 30 November 1999 00:00) Written by Megan Whitney Thursday, 14 January 2010 03:53
I was watching the news tonight and saw footage from the awful earthquake in Haiti. If you could take a second, please visit the website below and donate a few dollars to help!
http://www.clintonfoundation.org/haitiearthquake/
Old Guy Quote
Last Updated (Tuesday, 30 November 1999 00:00) Written by Megan Whitney Thursday, 14 January 2010 03:49
No great thing is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig, I answer you that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen.Epictetus (c. 50 - 120)Source: The Enchiridion
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