
Ernst Haeckel’s “Prosobranchia” from Kunstformen der Natur (1904), or Artforms in Nature
Ernst Haeckel’s “Prosobranchia” from Kunstformen der Natur (1904), or Artforms in Nature
Spider Lily, Hymenocallis sp. (source)
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Hummingbird hawk-moth, Macroglossum stellatarum (Linnaeus, 1758)
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Albrecht Dürer, Das große Rasenstück / Great Piece of Turf (1503)
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Papyrocentric Performativity Presents…
• Homing in the Gloaming – Homing: On Pigeons, Dwellings and Why We Return, Jon Day (John Murray 2019)
• Niceberg – The Storyteller: Tales of Life and Music, Dave Grohl (Simon & Schuster 2021)
• Nasty Lastly – Nasty Endings 1, compiled by Dennis Pepper (Oxford University Press 2001)
• Daysed and Confused – Hawkwind: Days of the Underground: Radical Escapism in the Age of Paranoia, Joe Banks (Strange Attractor 2020)
• World-Wide Wipe-Out – Empty World, John Christopher (1977)
• Chuck Off – Post Office, Charles Bukowski (1971)
• #AllDayDong – Dong, Peter Sotos and Sam Salatta (TransVisceral Books 2022)
• Meet the Maverick Munch-Bunch… – Naked Krunch: The Sinister, Sordid and Strangely Scrumptious Story of SavSnaq, Dr David M. Mitchell (Savoy Books 2022)
Or Read a Review at Random: RaRaR
Greater quaking-grass, Briza maxima (Linnaeus 1753)
Iridogorgia sp. octocoral bush with two squat lobsters, Gulf of Mexico
Post-Performative Post-Scriptum
Iridogorgia are corals growing in the dark of the deep Atlantic and Pacific oceans. Part of their name comes from Greek ἶρις, ἰριδος, iris, iridos, “rainbow”, referring to their sometimes iridiscent colors. So they remind me of a Dio song that I’ve never heard but always liked the title of: “Rainbow in the Dark”. In this photo, I also like the contrast between the beauty of the coral and the grotesqueness of the squat lobsters.
Illustration of a swallowtail butterfly (Papilio machaon) by Denys Watkins-Pitchford (1905-90), who used the pen-name of BB for books like The Little Grey Men (1942)
Flock of Scarlet Ibis, Eudocimus ruber, over Caroni Swamp, Trinidad (from Flickr)
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It caught my eye, it caught my eye,
That fluttering flake of fallen sky.
It rode the wind as cars bored by
And did not die:
And shall not die,
That fluttering flake of fallen sky.
Post-Performative Post-Scriptum
A poem written months ago about a briefly glimpsed blue butterfly flying along — and over — a busy road. I don’t know the species, but Polyommatus icarus seems a reasonable guess.