Of Blood and Frogs – July 17, 2015
The river ran red. My daughter waded knee deep in the crimson cascades and raised waves with her outstretched fingers. The flashes from the reporters’ cameras froze her playful splashes in place for a series of eternal moments.
Steve’s hand grasped my shoulder, drawing my attention. “She’s a natural, Aaron, a real beauty. She could be a model.” He spoke haltingly, a middle age man uncomfortable commenting on the attractiveness of a prepubescent girl. Steve brought me here, to the shores of the red river. I brought Miriam. We came to reassure the town that though an army of frogs had fled up these very shores and stormed the nearby chapel during Sunday service, we had not, in fact, brought upon the Apocalypse. The river’s sanguine hue threatened our mission.
“I don’t know, Steve. I’m not comfortable with this. Shouldn’t the P.R. guys handle it? I’m a scientist.”
“You know what the job of a P.R. rep is? To make a crummy job look like a great one. And where, my boy, do you think they apply this skill first? Where would you? No, Genoma doesn’t need a P.R. machine to make people think we’re changing the world. We need you to show them.”
“That’s not me in the water. It’s my daughter. I don’t want to use her. I don’t want to be that kind of father.”… Read More...
This week we feature the Berliner Philharmoniker orchestra perform the second movement of Beethoven’s famed Symphony No. 7, with the legendary Herbert von Karajan conducting. Ludwig von Beethoven himself considered his seventh symphony to be one of his best works, and after hearing this masterful rendition, one would have a hard time disagreeing with him. Be sure to enjoy it below the jump!… Read More...
Dear Mister Music, throw me a line.
Cast me a life-laden strain of your voice,
a rich-coloured strand spun fast across time;
pull me back into feeling, don’t leave me a choice.
In your vibrations, you tear but won’t yield
as you swim straight through endless klatches and pools
of memory, gently eroding my shield
and unwinding the thoughts bound in terse, tangled spools.
Hold me one note, that we people can hear
sustained amid discord so we can derive
from it our own harmonies, grip them dear,… Read More...
Violets, by Ștefan Luchian
The violet in her greenwood bower,
Where birchen boughs with hazel mingle,
May boast itself the fairest flower
In glen, or copse, or forest dingle.
Though fair her gems of azure hue,
Beneath the dew-drop’s weight reclining;… Read More...
The world of entertainment is constantly changing, and YouTube has been perhaps the biggest motivator of this change. With little monetary investment, anyone with talent and determination has the chance to carve out their own little niche on the world stage, and millions have done so, resulting in an explosion of video content covering nearly every genre and subject imaginable!
Kevin McCreary is one such individual. An audio producer employed by the popular satirical channel BlimeyCow, McCreary has also begun to create his own video content to good effect. He was kind enough to talk with us about his work across multiple media. Be sure to read the interview below the jump!
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Robert the Bruce reviewing His Troops Before the Battle of Bannockburn, by Edmund Blair Leighton
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
“This is my own, my native land!”
Whose heart hath ne’er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;… Read More...
This week we feature “Le Vent Nous Portera”, a beautiful song from the French band Noir Désir. Featuring moving lyrics, gentle instruments, and stunning cinematography, this is a music video you do not want to miss. Watch it below the jump!… Read More...
The Waters of Lethe by the Plains of Elysium, by John Roddam Spencer Stanhope
Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning,
We will come back to earth some fragrant night,
And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending
Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white.
We will come down at night to these resounding beaches
And the long gentle thunder of the sea,… Read More...
Enterrar y callar (Bury them and keep quiet), by Francisco Goya
I feel the spring far off, far off,
The faint, far scent of bud and leaf,
Oh, how can spring take heart to come
To a world in grief,
The sun turns north, the days grow long,
Later the evening star grows bright,
How can the daylight linger on
For men to fight,
The grass is waking in the ground,
Soon it will rise and blow in waves,… Read More...
Jennifer Lee (image courtesy Kirk McKoy / Los Angeles Times)
Jennifer Lee, co-writer and director of Frozen, has stated that her next film project is an adaption of Madeleine L’Engle’s classic A Wrinkle in Time.
Scientists discover that natural sandstone arches are held up…by gravity.
Artnet has collected the top three hundred most-searched-for artists over the last six months.
Publishing Perspectives lists top-rated, self-published books.
More than nine hundred authors sign an open letter, protesting Amazon’s “‘selective retaliation’ against authors.”
Straight from Publishers Weekly, the most anticipated books of Fall 2014.… Read More...