Fiction

Hubskina by Some Guy Named 8bit (waywardsamurai)

Train by Alice Munro

Not Fiction

The dangerous idea that life is a story - Aeon {original post _refugee_ here}

Europe's Crisis of Conscience - The New Yorker

The Long Run: an obscure athlete from an obscure country, racing for more than gold - The Big Roundtable

NEWTON'S FLAMING LASER SWORD

Not Fiction nor Not Fiction

  To Autumn

   Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

   Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,

Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;

Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,

Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook

Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep

Steady thy laden head across a brook;

Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,

Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

   Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?

Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,

And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn

Among the river sallows, borne aloft

Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;

Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;

And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

John Keats

Not Fiction nor Not Fiction nor Not Fiction nor Not Fiction

SMBC 3858


user-inactivated:

Who the FUCK is 8bit.


posted by demure: 1163 days ago