David Jones's Blog, page 1358
July 6, 2012
The Sawdust Man
I am the sawdust man,
Empty of every feeling
That was once alive
And breathed with life
Before this desert
Made of a separation -
Which was the only choice
And not a choice at all.
July 5, 2012
Another picture from my trip to Pickerings Pasture. The cliff...
Another picture from my trip to Pickerings Pasture. The cliff top around there is full of wild flowers and its very photogenic.
bluprint:
This Landsat image of 3 October 2011 shows the...
This Landsat image of 3 October 2011 shows the Mississippi River Delta, where the largest river in the United States empties into the Gulf of Mexico.
In this false-colour image, land vegetation appears pink, while the sediment in the surrounding waters are bright blue and green. The delta is known as the ‘bird-foot’ delta because of the shape created by the channels extending outward.
The size of the Mississippi River Delta built over millions of years owing to sediment deposition. The...
Off to Cardiff for the weekend.
Excited for the stag weekend (its not mine..I’m not getting married) - its gonna be good! I’m all packed and ready. My tumblr will continue to post because of the queue, so it will look like I was never away. Was I away? Or have I made it all up to sound like I have a more exciting life.. *mystery*
Gahh I want a pet cat so badly.
Gahh I want a pet cat so badly.
July 4, 2012
What happens if you fall in love with a writer?
karenfelloutofbedagain:
Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or…Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast...
Flowers grow as one
Together towards the sun:
Death is...
Flowers grow as one
Together towards the sun:
Death is nourishment.
The blood red landscape
Bleeds into falling rivers
As memories...
The blood red landscape
Bleeds into falling rivers
As memories burst.
