I know you sleep in a bomb shelter
every night. Your curtain opaques the precious-
metal light that shrieks up the mountainside. In January,
your legs still twitch above the sheets. Do you get that dream anymore
of Jerusalem on fire? I can’t know now, a sea & ocean away: my winter flight
home was the lost mosquito of August: an unwanted
orchestra in my ear. Here, Mediterranean means solid valley arching
the earth’s meniscus: I sit my mug in the snow & pretend
condensation is my call back, particle-talk:
somehow it will wind itself
to you through endless white—my Alaska.
Remember when rainy season fell early—like the yahrtzeit candles
you bagged at the market without knowing their griefen purpose—
& made Fall all garlic, Jane Eyre, thunderheads: the sounds
we finally heard: how much the people were holding
their breaths until war broke, & they jerked
into the bends. Newspapers are a trigger
warning: the slanted word-paste, ink that won’t wash
from my fingertips: I need to start forgetting you.
The summer was figs. We can’t go back
now—the world cracked open with a touch.
— Yael Massen, “I Know You Sleep In A Bomb Shelter” (via hiddenshores)
Two dissected reindeer eyes, showing the tapetum lucidum. The left one comes form an animal killed in winter; the right one, in summer. The bit that actually changes colour is the tapetum lucidum or “cat’s eye”—a mirrored layer that sits behind the retina. It helps animals to see in dim conditions by reflecting any light that passes through the retina back onto it. In dark conditions, muscles in your irises contract to dilate your pupils and allow more light into your eyes. When it’s bright again, the irises widen and the pupils shrink. The same thing happens in reindeer, but the interminable Arctic winter forces their pupils dilate for months rather than hours.
Photo credit: Glen Jeffrey
Arne Jacobsen, Nyager School, Rødovre, Copenhagen 1959-1964
Collins House Sydney, by Ian Collins, 1976
50/60/70 Iconic Australian Houses Three Decades of Domestic Architecture, 2007, Karen McCartney, photo by Michael Wee
Library, University of Tokyo, Japan, 1960
We’ve had food porn closeups for the last 20 years. You can blame it on Australian food photographers. I used to like it. Now I’m over it.
Before that, there was this. It looks so much more convivial.
Life Picture Cook Book, 1951-58, edited by Mary Hamman, photo by Fred Lyon