K.I. Press's Blog, page 30
August 10, 2011
slugonabike:
Creeping raspberry
"I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we're reading..."
- Franz Kafka (via howfreeitis)
from Digging (old poem I'm resurrecting)
I said blue spruce. My very own tree.
He brought it home from the Beaverlodge nursery.
We squashed anthills with our rubber boots and watched the ants run,
poisoned aphids, followed tire tracks in the grass,
scraped our arms on raspberry bushes. He put his boot
on the shovel and dug a hole, and lowered the roots, my blue spruce.
It never grew, among the choke-cherry trees,
among the pin-cherry trees.
August 9, 2011
Poppy porn! I miss June, already.

Poppy porn! I miss June, already.
"Lepers of the moon
all magically diseased
we come among you
innocent
of our luminous sores"
all magically diseased
we come among you
innocent
of our luminous sores"
- Mina Loy, "Apology of Genius," from The Lost Lunar Baedeker
August 8, 2011
From today… coneflower just starting to bloom.

From today… coneflower just starting to bloom.
from These seem to be the most interesting SNPs (work in progress)
More likely to bald
Your CYP1A2 fast metabolizer status means that you are less stimulated
gs184Magnitude: 1.2
normal ability for bitterness
This SNP is is found in an intergenetic part of chromosome 3. Along with rs534654 and rs1534891, rs6442925, is part of a 3-SNP (multi-locus) interaction associated with bipolar disorder.
August 7, 2011
Ah, chives. How well you grow and spread your chivey goodness...

Ah, chives. How well you grow and spread your chivey goodness throughout my garden with those little black seeds.
from Archive (work in progress)
Think this way. The tree grows exponentially until
it covers the whole sky, a very small earth
in the shadow of multiplying strands.
As small as paradise is small.
So the tree folds and folds, pressed
wood board, maybe even with Jesus chips in a Dan Browny sort of way, only not,
for it's commonplace, undramatic wood board, to every peasant fibre, or not,
because it's also royal to the grain.
Which is to say: we are the world: except:
for the billions of strand ends, the evolutionary knockouts,
who mutated out of contention,
whose nads didn't work,
who nearsightedly ran into bears,
who took a stand on procreation,
whose crime-fighting superpowers got them killed.



