March 3rd, 2009


les mots n'existe pas

they say miracles are past; and we have our
philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar,
things supernatural and causeless. hence is it that
we make trifles of terrors, ensconcing ourselves
into seeming knowledge, when we should submit
ourselves to an unknown fear.

i'm so delighted by all the serendipity and also just the very cool things(tm) that are out there, in the world, waiting to be experienced. and yet the serendipity is not the bane of disappointment and other bad stuff(tm).

chouette means owl.
chouette is also a moth.
another moth in the same genus is attributed to a different a. de villiers.
la chouette (en latin noctua) était une constellation située entre les constellations de l'hydre et de la balance. elle remplaça la constellation plus ancienne grive solitaire. son origine est inconnue. elle est devenue obsolète.
the english wikipedia uses noctua (latin for little owl): a seldom mentioned constellation that was once placed between the end of the tail of hydra, the sea-serpent and libra. the origins of the constellation are unknown, but an image of it appears in the american astronomer elijah burritt's atlas, part of his geography of the heavens. noctua seemed to replace the earlier constellations of turdus solitarius, the solitary thrush and john flamsteed's hermit bird. all of these constellations are no longer recognized by astronomers.

heh. turdus solitarius. heh.

no longer recognized. that is how it goes, innit?

despite the synonymity of the words, noctua is a different moth than chouette. its own genus of moths even. these moths have dull, cryptic forewings, but often bright hindwings.

noctuoidea is the superfamily of noctuid (latin "night owl") or "owlet" moths, and has the largest number of species described for any lepidopteran superfamily. its classification has not yet reached a satisfactory or stable state. typical.

just as there are owl moths, there is a moth owl.

then to bring the stars back, there is also this.

Collapse )

at that instant he saw, in one blaze of light, an image of unutterable conviction, the
reason why the artist works and lives and has his being--the reward he seeks--the only
reward he really cares about, without which there is nothing. it is to snare the spirits
of mankind in nets of magic, to make his life prevail through his creation, to wreak the
vision of his life, the rude and painful substance of his own experience, into the
congruence of blazing and enchanted images that are themselves the core of life, the
essential pattern whence all other things proceed, the kernel of eternity.
  • Current Music
    i am there before my legs
blue legacy


tuesday lxxxii

and now, sir, we are upon the hour when it better beseems a virgin queen to be abed than to converse alone with the naughtiest of her subjects.

chaka the king slept and dreamed that he lay dead, and that one of you, the princes, wore his royal kaross."

contradiction! said dionysodorus; why, there never was such a thing.

nor can the same rider be always served by the same equerry.

and adding action to word, the fat guardsman knelt down on one knee and kissed madame hulot's hand, seeing that his speech had filled her with speechless horror, which he took for hesitancy.

my lying beside them, though a thing not to be wish'd, yet there was nothing in it so terrible which the imagination might not have pass'd over without torment.