Cosmic latte is the average colour
of the universe.
Like Fraunhofer lines
the dark lines displayed
in the study’s spectral ranges
display older and younger stars
and allow Glazebrook and Baldry
to determine the age
of different galaxies
and star systems.
Their survey of the light
from over 200,000 galaxies
averaged to a slightly
Cappuccino Cosmico, Skyvory
Big Bang Buff, Blush, Beige
Primordial Clam Chowder
Cosmic Latte, Cosmic Cream
Astronomer Almond , Univeige
Cosmic Khaki, Astronomer Green
Latteo means Milky in Italian
Galileo’s native language. It also leads
to the similarity to the Italian term
for the Milky Way, Via Lattea.
They also claimed
to be caffeine biased.
(From Cosmic latte on Wikipedia)
racists in CA will really be like
tHiS iS aMeRicA sPeAk eNgLisH
but live in a place called Los Angeles
or Palos Verdes or La Habra
or San Diego or La Mirada
or Escondido or Sacramento
or Rancho Cucamonga or Santa Ana
or Costa Mesa or San Clemente
or San Jose or Santa Monica or
(A tweet from @karladelucas_)
but it’s hard
from a single,nameable
clone of 1
person(i wouldn’t eat that
(A Richard Dawkins tweet)
I feel a great love for grass, thorns in the palm
of the hand, ears red against the sun,
and the little feathers of bottles.
Not only does all this delight me,
but also the grapevines and the donkeys
that crowd the sky.
In the sky
are donkeys with parrot heads, grass and sand
from the beach, all about to explode, all clean,
incredibly objective, and the scene
is awash in an indescribable blue,
the green, the red and yellow of a parrot,
an edible white, the metallic white
of a stray breast. How beautiful!
dear sir! Yessirree, you must be rich.
If I were you I would be your whore
to cajole you and steal peseta notes
to dip in donkey piss…
with a little money, with five hundred
pesetas, we could bring out an issue
of the ANTI-ARTISTIC magazine
and shit on everyone and everything
from the Orfeo Catalan to Juan Ramon.
(From Salvador Dali’s letter to Federico Garcia Lorca, December 1927)
He was a daily constant, a familiar
friend. The last known snail of his kind,
the final Achatinella apexfulva.
It is said that everyone dies alone,
but that was doubly true for George, alone
at the end both in his cage and in the world.
(From The Last of Its Kind)
Advice on Marriage to Young Ladies:
do not marry at all but if you must
avoid the Beauty Men, Flirts and Bounders,
Tailors Dummies and Football Enthusiasts.
Look for a Strong, Tame Man, a Fire-lighter,
Coal-getter, Window Cleaner and Yard Swiller.
Don’t expect too much, most men are lazy,
selfish, thoughtless, lying, drunken, clumsy,
heavy-footed, rough, unmanly brutes,
and need taming. All Bachelors are
and many are worse still. If you want him
to be happy, Feed the Brute. The same
remark applies to dogs. You will be wiser
not to chance it, it isn’t worth the risk.
(Suffragette marriage advice from Pontypridd Museum, via History Hit)
At sundown the western sky turned a deep
and almost brilliant red, changing
and softening in colour in its upward
spread until the verge from south to north
was like an immense but yellowing rainbow.
Then frost came lightly; there was the merest
sound of a crinkle in walking over the grass
away from the oak wood. This morning the air
was softer. On the broad marl and flint track
there were dead brown mice; they had crept
from among the withered leaves under
the bramble bushes; it is one of the signs
that winter is sharpening.
(From 100 years ago: Rooks set about the acorns in an orderly way)
Ten years of being loved up
very loved up
totally fucked off
so fucking loved up
I love you so fucking much
fuck you and the fucking horse
you rode in on.
Well, fuck you, too.
loved the fuck up.
Another ten, then?
Yeah, go on
you sexy mother fucker.
(A friend’s Facebook status celebrating 10 years of a relationship)
The dog on a train station on my bed
and I’m working fine now
and I’m not working on a new phone
and then I’m driving to this room with me
and I don’t know if I’ll get it back
or I get it now
I got a problem
that I’m just going on with my life
(Generated by hitting the suggested text button in iPhone Notes repeatedly)
Place some pastry in the flan-tray
in irregular masses, these
are the Precambrian mountain chains.
One fine day, while iguanodons
are blundering around in Picardy
and swarms of ammonites
are scudding around in the Parisian sea
a second tap is turned on again
and adds another layer,
this time of cream.
The sea re-invades a good part of the Sahara
and deposits the usual sediments —
Cretaceous and Eocene.
Gradually, the country comes to be
like it is today;
sprinkle with granular sugar
(fresh-water Quaternary deposits)
and icing sugar dunes.
Serve hot or chilled.
(From French naturalist Théodore Monod’s Méharées: Explorations au vrai Sahara, 1937)