Dearest creature in creation, Study English pronunciation. I will teach you in my verse Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse. I will keep you, Suzy, busy, Make your head with heat grow dizzy. Tear in eye, your dress will tear. So shall I! Oh hear my prayer. Just compare heart, beard, and heard, Dies and diet, lord and word, Sword and sward, retain and Britain. (Mind the latter, how it's written.) Now I surely will not plague you With such words as plaque and ague. But be careful how you speak: Say break and steak, but bleak and streak; Cloven, oven, how and low, Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe. Hear me say, devoid of trickery, Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore, Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles, Exiles, similes, and reviles; Scholar, vicar, and cigar, Solar, mica, war and far; One, anemone, Balmoral, Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel; Gertrude, German, wind and mind, Scene, Melpomene, mankind. Billet does not rhyme with ballet, Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet. Blood and flood are not like food, Nor is mould like should and would. Viscous, viscount, load and broad, Toward, to forward, to reward. And your pronunciation's OK When you correctly say croquet, Rounded, wounded, grieve and sieve, Friend and fiend, alive and live. Ivy, privy, famous; clamour And enamour rhyme with hammer. River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb, Doll and roll and some and home. Stranger does not rhyme with anger, Neither does devour with clangour. Souls but foul, haunt but aunt, Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant, Shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger, And then singer, ginger, linger, Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge, Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age. Query does not rhyme with very, Nor does fury sound like bury. Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loth. Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath. Though the differences seem little, We say actual but victual. Refer does not rhyme with deafer. Foeffer does, and zephyr, heifer. Mint, pint, senate and sedate; Dull, bull, and George ate late. Scenic, Arabic, Pacific, Science, conscience, scientific. Liberty, library, heave and heaven, Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven. We say hallowed, but allowed, People, leopard, towed, but vowed. Mark the differences, moreover, Between mover, cover, clover; Leeches, breeches, wise, precise, Chalice, but police and lice; Camel, constable, unstable, Principle, disciple, label. Petal, panel, and canal, Wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal. Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, chair, Senator, spectator, mayor. Tour, but our and succour, four. Gas, alas, and Arkansas. Sea, idea, Korea, area, Psalm, Maria, but malaria. Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean. Doctrine, turpentine, marine. Compare alien with Italian, Dandelion and battalion. Sally with ally, yea, ye, Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key. Say aver, but ever, fever, Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver. Heron, granary, canary. Crevice and device and aerie. Face, but preface, not efface. Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass. Large, but target, gin, give, verging, Ought, out, joust and scour, scourging. Ear, but earn and wear and tear Do not rhyme with here but ere. Seven is right, but so is even, Hyphen, roughen, nephew Stephen, Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk, Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work. Pronunciation (think of Psyche!) Is a paling stout and spikey? Won't it make you lose your wits, Writing groats and saying grits? It's a dark abyss or tunnel: Strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale, Islington and Isle of Wight, Housewife, verdict and indict. Finally, which rhymes with enough, Though, through, plough, or dough, or cough? Hiccough has the sound of cup. My advice is to give up!!! -- B. Shaw

Hey, do if you ever feel like disappearing forever with me

The penguin that saves lives

The last of a species, caught on film (Tasmanian Tiger) (AKA THYLACINE)

slow burn from frazerchurchill on Vimeo.

wow.
this "visiting town" is a truly unique experience. Ever since ive arrived iv felt the subtle sense of sadness in the air. I cant quite put my finger on what this is, but it is definitely stemming from the lack of motivation from almost everything happening here. There is no passion (except for on a personal level) there is no drive flowing through the atmosphere. Its a dull, never-ending quest for survival here. Its a continuation of avoidance. The language has no meaning here, everyones words just exist in the air.

What a place this has come to be, it used to be the very breath that I breathed. Everything was so fresh and pure. Inspiration was on the tip of everyones tongue.

Day for Night color correction.

Before

After




before

after

Humans + earth

The water in Goldstream River, at Goldstream Provincial Park, Victoria, flows a bright green, Dec. 29, 2010.

Read more: http://news.nationalpost.com/2010/12/30/victoria-river-mysteriously-turns-bright-green/#ixzz1B3KQKcR2

Gravité (Gravity) from Renaud Hallée on Vimeo.

Seaweed from Tell No One on Vimeo.

good dog

unique. but just like every relationship

www.imheremovie.com/fr/

A Mystery: Why Can't We Walk Straight? from NPR on Vimeo.

fake world

real world

Post-Apocalyptic society FILMS

so many more but: interesting



Equilibrium
One Point O
Death Race 2000
Idiocracy
Strange Days
Logan’s Run
Soylent Green
A Boy and His Dog
Nineteen Eighty-Four
Silent Running
Escape from New York
THX 1138
They Live
District 13
Dark City
Total Recall
Mad Max
On The Beach
Fahrenheit 451
Gattaca
Metropolis
The City of Lost Children
*Pleasantville (1998)
Serenity
Alphaville
The Trial
Sleeper
***Delicatessen (1991)
Wings of Desire (1987)
Metropolis (1927)
Code 46
The Omega Man
Le Dernier Combat
Avalon
No Blade of Grass

UNDERCITY from Andrew Wonder on Vimeo.

Home might be the slight of the eye,
with it soft white sky,
It might be here nor there
with its gentle stares.
Its agitations of expectation.
Never Ending.
Its gentle pretending-
with passage of time,
It softens.
But home might be the slight of the eye,
a never ending lie,
where one may rest their head,
and quarrel with sins-
what might become,
of the memories-
it frightens me-
with the passage of time,
the ones we think we love-
is it love or is it comfort,
the balance of the known outcome,
it is to be comfortably numb.
ridden of the quest for new.
This might be You-
-If i only knew-

When I think of the time i have killed, the days I have murdered
some that died easily
days like phlegmatic fish that were ready to die,
days like sluggish birds
that would otherwise have been prey for cats,
tired, exhausted days like ponderous, rotten trees
or old dogs with sleep in their bones
But even vital and lively days I have murdered,
stepped up behind them when they were happiest,
at the peak of their vigor,
and slipped my knife of fine-tempered boredom
between their ribs
and watched with no emotion
as they slumped to the ground
And often
usually in the cold grey winter
or when the rain came as a depressing drizzle,
I would take my day up to my apartment
and we would have a snack and talk
and listen to music
and then we would stretch out on the couch
still talking and thinking
untill i, sometimes against my will,
would hold a pillow over the days face
until all breathing stopped.
some days died hard
days i would ply with liquor and bludgeon to death
or poison with special emotions I had developed
Some I even starved to death,
locked them up in parlors of puritan sundays
which became stone towers
with moats of abstinence around them
and let them rot with television and bridge.
The days of summer I treated most gently.
I would always choose one of exceptional beauty
and we would lie for hours on the warm beach
turning slowly, slowly,
facing the orange sun as it moved through the sky
and then, just before dusk,
I would suggest that we go for one last swim
and we would step into the cool water
and wade past the breakers
and swim out, out past the sandbars and buoys
to a spot as deep green as dark moss
and we would tread water for a few moments
and look up at the first star
and then, as the trace of color drained from the sky,
I would press the day's head down under the waves,
waiting until the bubbles stopped showing
before I would swim back to shore alone.
Of course there was some remorse at first -
in autumn with its anguish of leaves turning brown
or in winter with its finality of ice -
when I would think back with a sense of loss
for all the beautiful days I'd destroyed,
though lately such qualms no longer disturb me.
But i know Im almost finished;
there is not much time left to kill
and there are fewer days I can murder.
Besides, I have been so careless with my crimes-
someone is certain to find the skeleton
of a murdered day wedged between the rocks
or the hand of a mutilated day
protruding from the ground
with some incriminating clue nearby,
like my glove or my comb or the print of my shoe,
and locked up with days and days and days
that will sooner or later
torture me to death

what a ride... i do say

Defend ones emotions, and one wont have to face discomfort. (Whatever the cost)

Attempting to suppress emotions is dysfunctional; it does not work. Emotions are energy: E-motion = energy in motion. It is supposed to be in motion, it was meant to flow.
Emotions have a purpose, a very good reason to be - even those emotions that feel uncomfortable.

Becoming willing to get conscious of our own defenses is a vital step to getting in touch with our own feelings. Learning to be emotionally honest with our self is an important part of life.

COMMON EMOTIONAL DEFENSES:

Avoidance: an attempt to postpone or escape an aversive event or situation and thereby avoid the anticipated (or unknown) outcome.
Minimization: a lowering of the degree, or a lessening of the impact, or value, of an act, prospect, or influence in order to make it appear less important.

They are more accurately referred to as ego defence mechanisms, and can thus be categorized as occurring when the id impulses are in conflict with each other, when the id impulses conflict with super-ego values and beliefs, and when an external threat is posed to the ego.