Modern Life Is War Share "Tribulation Worksongs"
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For 2024, Modern Life Is War present the Tribulation Worksongs sessions as a one 12″EP/Digital album. This release combines all three 7″EPs with “End Times Dub”, a dub version of “Feels Like End Times”, reimagined by Urian Hackney (Rough Francis, Iggy Pop, The Armed, etc). The packaging of the release is a combination of visual work from Jeffrey Eaton, Thomas Hooper,…
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I’m always a little Meh on people making Cody the same age (or older) than Obi-Wan in AUs that don’t take place in the gffa. Because. Listen.
Hot fresh grad Cody with some impressive job as like... a newscaster or a male model or some military thing... dating a bedraggled rumpled wet cat of a middle-aged Bug Scientist, and thinking this easily-distracted disaster is the hottest shit ever, while his brothers look on in absolute confusion and mild horror.
Obi-Wan can clean up nice and be this refined professor type with perfectly coiffed hair and perfectly groomed beard and perfectly pressed sweatervest combo and a perfectly cultured accent... but then he sees a rare Parasitic Worm in the bushes by the koi pond, and suddenly he’s covered in mud and bleeding and holding up this specimen with demands for a mason jar so he can get it back to a lab and see if they can get this into that one breeding program over in the university three states over.
And 22yo ‘could have literally anyone he wants’ Cody is like 😍
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The Portuguese man-of-war
Time again for a sea monster and as we usually only have the mythical sea monsters here, I'm showing you a real sea monster today. You can find these creatures in the Pacific, but also off the Canary Islands and Portugal. They are also common in the Caribbean, for example off the coast of Cuba.
A Portuguese man-of-war
The Portuguese man-of-war (Physalia physalis) or swimming terror is often referred to as a jellyfish, but is actually a type of cnidarian also known as a siphonophore and is only very closely related to jellyfish.
They have a balloon-like float, which can be blue, purple or pink and protrude up to ten centimetres above the waterline. And because this resembled a warship under full sail in the 15th century, these animals were called Portuguese man-of-war. But here's the nasty bit: underneath the swimmer lurk long strands of tentacles and polyps, which can grow up to 10 metres long on average and extend up to 30 metres. The tentacles contain stinging nematocysts, microscopic capsules with coiled, barbed tubes that release venom that paralyses and kills small fish and crustaceans. After that the feeding polyps (gastrozooids) attach themselves to the victim's body, spread out on it and digest it.
The sting of the man o' war is rarely fatal for a healthy non-allergic person, but it is very painful and causes burns on unprotected skin. Incidentally, even torn tentacles are still poisonous for a certain time, so be careful there too. If you have come into contact with it, carefully remove the tentacle under salt water and do not touch it unprotected, as it can continue to nettle. Hot water above 45 °C denatures the proteins of the venom. Treat with zinc gluconate.
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April 7, 2024: The First Line is the Deepest, Kim Addonizio
The First Line is the Deepest
Kim Addonizio
I have been one acquainted with the spatula,
the slotted, scuffed, Teflon-coated spatula
that lifts a solitary hamburger from pan to plate,
acquainted with the vibrator known as the Pocket Rocket
and the dildo that goes by Tex,
and I have gone out, a drunken bitch,
in order to ruin
what love I was given,
and also I have measured out
my life in little pills—Zoloft,
Restoril, Celexa,
Xanax.
I have. For I am a poet. And it is my job, my duty
to know wherein lies the beauty
of this degraded body,
or maybe
it's the degradation in the beautiful body,
the ugly me
groping back to my desk to piss
on perfection, to lay my kiss
of mortal confusion
upon the mouth of infinite wisdom.
My kiss says razors and pain, my kiss says
America is charged with the madness
of God. Sundays, too,
the soldiers get up early, and put on their fatigues in the blue-
black day. Black milk. Black gold. Texas tea.
Into the valley of Halliburton rides the infantry—
Why does one month have to be the cruelest,
can't they all be equally cruel? I have seen the best
gamers of your generation, joysticking their M1 tanks through
the sewage-filled streets. Whose
world this is I think I know.
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Poetry nerd extra credit: How many repurposed bits from famous poems can you find? I count 7 and I'm probably missing some!
Also by Kim Addonizio:
+ For Desire
+ Mermaid Song*
+ Onset
+ My Heart
* (Weird fact: this is about her daughter, Aya Cash, who starred in the sitcom You're the Worst. What!)
Today in:
2023: Insha’Allah, Danusha Laméris
2022: To the Woman Crying Uncontrollably in the Next Stall, Kim Addonizio
2021: You Mean You Don’t Weep at the Nail Salon?, Elizabeth Acevedo
2020: Let Me Begin Again, Philip Levine
2019: Hammond B3 Organ Cistern, Gabrielle Calvocoressi
2018: Siren Song, Margaret Atwood
2017: A Sunset, Ari Banias
2016: Coming, Philip Larkin
2015: The Taxi, Amy Lowell
2014: Winter Sunrise Outside a Café Near Butte, Montana, Joe Hutchison
2013: The Last Night in Mithymna, Linda Gregg
2012: America [Try saying wren], Joseph Lease
2011: Boston, Aaron Smith
2010: How Simile Works, Albert Goldbarth
2009: Crossing Over, William Meredith
2008: The World Wakes Up, Andrew Michael Roberts
2007: Hour, Christian Hawkey
2006: For the Anniversary of My Death, W.S. Merwin
2005: The Last Poem About the Snow Queen, Sandra M. Gilbert
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