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The Wind Blows Through The Doors Of My Heart — by Deborah Digges (1950-2009)

The wind blows
through the doors of my heart.
It scatters my sheet music
that climbs like waves from the piano, free of the keys.
Now the notes stripped, black butterflies,
flattened against the screens.
The wind through my heart
blows all my candles out.
In my heart and its rooms is dark and windy.
From the mantle smashes birds’ nests, teacups
full of stars as the wind winds round,
a mist of sorts that rises and bends and blows
or is blown through the rooms of my heart
that shatters the windows,
rakes the bedsheets as though someone
had just made love. And my dresses
they are lifted like brides come to rest
on the bedstead, crucifixes,
dresses tangled in trees in the rooms
of my heart. To save them
I’ve thrown flowers to fields,
so that someone would pick them up
and know where they came from.
Come the bees now clinging to flowered curtains.
Off with the clothesline pinning anything, my mother’s trousseau.
It is not for me to say what is this wind
or how it came to blow through the rooms of my heart.
Wing after wing, through the rooms of the dead
the wind does not blow. Nor the basement, no wheezing,
no wind choking the cobwebs in our hair.
It is cool here, quiet, a quilt spread on soil.
But we will never lie down again.

 

Holy Ghost Chair

Created by UK designer Lionel Theodore Dean,

Holy Ghost is a digitally-generated modification of Philippe Stark’s iconic Louis Ghost chair,

digitally manufactured in SLS nylon and nickel plated.

Apply within.

[via Design Spotter and Milena]

Hottest to Coldest

"'Hottest to Coldest,' a Web site created by Aleksandra Domanovic, lists 235 of the world's capital cities in order of their temperatures," wrote Ken Johnson in a July 10, 2009 New York Times story.

Up top is a screenshot from a couple days ago.

There's something very old-fashioned and pleasant about showing just the names, intermittently changing their positions to reflect the latest temperature shifts around the planet.

Keyboard Viper — by Choi Jung Hyun

"Built with the keys of recycled computer keyboards, this intricately-designed asp — playfully surrounded by mice — was made by Korean artist Choi Jung Hyun."

[via WomansDay.com, Sean's Art Blog and Milena]

When The Day Breaks

[via Shorts Bay and Milena]

Polaroid Candle

5"L x 4.5"W x 4"H.

Lasts 40 hours.

$39.50.

[via Heavenly Flames]

Why Twitter reminds me of Technorati back in the day

Early on, Technorati was almost always down.

Nowadays it's reliable.

At least half the time when I try to follow or block someone on Twitter, I can't — the site simply doesn't register the request.

To me that means it's down — not busy, down.

Black or white, up or down, there's no busy or gray.

I don't even get the Fail Whale.

Maybe the Twitter folks will get it right.

Or maybe they won't, and someone else will eat their lunch.

There're a lot of hungry people out there.

Pizza cutters for bikers — and those who love them

Above, "Pizza For Life."

"Easy Rider" (above), "Phatboy" below.

"Psycho Pizza Cadillac":

"Mantis" (below).

Last, "Gold Knuckle."

If you ask nicely, maybe Frankie Flood will make one just for you.

[via Crooked Brains, Gadgettastic, GadgetVenue, Trendhunter and Alistair Why]