Poem for Saturday: Obsession

You forests, like cathedrals, are my dread:
You roar like organs. Our curst hearts, like cells
Where death forever rattles on the bed,
Echo your de Profundis as it swells.
My spirit hates you, Ocean! sees, and loathes
Its tumults in your own. Of men defeated
The bitter laugh, that's full of sobs and oaths,
Is in your own tremendously repeated.
How you would please me, Night! without your stars
Which speak a foreign dialect, that jars
On one who seeks the void, the black, the bare.
Yet even your darkest shade a canvas forms
Whereon my eye must multiply in swarms
Familiar looks of shapes no longer there.

by Charles Baudelaire, from Fleurs du Mal (Flowers of Evil)
Les Fleurs Du Mal

The Jackalope Conspiracy

Wow. There's a whole blog devoted to the vast conspiracy to hide evidence of real jackalope existence from the public. It's called: the Jackalope Conspiracy. And some of you had probably bought into the "official" story that the Jackalope doesn't exist? Those of you who did, you know who you are, are going to feel pretty silly now. Check it out. History of the elusive jackalope can be had at SF Gate. The above image is by Albrecht Durer (21 May 1471 – 6 April 1528), which only proves how enduring the legend of the jackalope is...

Poem for Thursday: Kubla Khan

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man

Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round :
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh ! that deep romantic chasm
 which slanted Down the green hill
 athwart a cedarn cover ! A savage place !
as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover ! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced : Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail : And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean : And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war !

The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves.

It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice !

A damsel with a dulcimer,

In a vision once I saw :

It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played, 
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,

That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome ! those caves of ice !
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Complete Poems (Penguin Classics)

The Hitchhiker's Guide To Murder

Weirdest Animals on Earth? Some Candidates

There are undoubtably some very strange critters out there-- the star-nosed mole, above, for instance. A couple of fun to browse lists are here and here. And while you're at it, check out this slide show of very strange animals, which includes Miracle Mike the Headless Chicken. Seriously, he even has his own website.

None of these, however, compare to the Naked Hot-Headed Ice Borer. This animal is a mole that lives in the ice in Antarctica and uses a heated appendage on its head to bore under the ice, upon which might be standing an unsuspecting penguin. These critters are horrific. Read about them here. They can devour the penguin in minutes after it becomes mired in slush.

There is one catch, though. They don't exist. That's right-- the Naked Hot-Headed Ice Borer is a prank. Just goes to show you can't believe everything you read.

Once Thought Extinct, Giant Spider Found Again

Once thought to be extinct, the first Nephila komaci spider was first found in an old museum collection in South Africa in 2000. A few years later, another specimen was found at a museum in Austria. No other specimens were found until two females and one male were found in the Tembe Elephant Park in Africa. The discovery is the first new Nephila species since 1879.

This is the largest of all known orb-weaving spiders; you know, the ones that make the big round webs. The spider's total size, including legs, can be as large as a CD, with its body an inch and a half long. Check out the article at ecoworldly. They are also called Golden Silk Orb Weavers, because their silk, from which they weave their webs, is golden in color.

Truly Scary: Robert the Doll

Warning: Do not watch this if you are afraid of the dark, or anything else, for that matter.