Arthur Rimbaud makes an appearance in a song lyric I recently included in a homemade playlist.
I do not, however, draw too direct a parallel with the referenced tumultuos relationship nor overmuch resemblance to the love letters.
Still...it hasn't been exactly happy. :-/
Everything is the way it is because everything was the way it was.
Did some research on honeybees this past week and found the Latin, Hymenoptera Apis mellifera.
I'm wondering about etymology of hymen, because Derrida plays with its inside/outside doubled nature. It appears to have only minimal crossover from referring to a thin skin or membrane to ... the wings of a genus of insects.
Honeybees have two kinds of dances to indicate the location of food: the round dance and the waggle dance. Waggling (!) involves fixing the coordinates of the sun with the hive and the pollen. Awesome.
a poem by Ursula Leguin, in Always Coming Home
I don't care if I am possible.
What are the bridges between us?
The only one I can't find to download, poo!:
I love Life by Melissa Lefton.
