In Siberia's wastes

In Siberia's wastes

The ice-wind's breath

Woundeth, like the toothed steel.

Lost Siberia doth reveal

Only blight and death.

Blight and death alone,

No summer shines.

Night is interblent with day.

In Siberia's wastes alway

The blood blackens, the heart pines.

In Siberia's wastes

No tears are shed,

For they freeze within the brain.

Naught is felt but dullest pain.,

Pain acute, but dead.

In Siberia's wastes

Are sands and rocks.

Nothing blooms of green and soft,

But the snow-peaks rise aloft

And the gaunt ice-blocks.

- James G. Mangon.

East of Siberia, California

Semblances of Siberia

Ushuaia Prison, Argentina

Thus, what is of supreme importance in war is to attack the enemy's strategy

I shall not sing a May song
a May song should be gay
I wait until November
and sing most terribly

I'll wait until November
that is the time for me
I'll walk out in the dark and cold
and sing most terribly

And all the little people
will smile at me and say
that is the crazy woman
who would not sing in May.
- Gwendolyn Brooks

the sex life of a butterfly

"Did you ever read The Sex Life of a Butterfly by Favre?
 - Favre was a naturalist. He got himself a very rare female butterfly from Africa, worth a thousand bucks. He kept it in a glass box in a department store in Paris. But nobody had ever been able to catch the male of the species. One day he let the female out of the box and in a few hours e had ten thousand dollars worth of rare butterflies flying around the room."
"Very interesting, very interesting indeed." - from I Wake Up Screaming by H. Bruce Humberstone

Weissglut

He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar he burst his hot heart's shell upon it. - Melville Moby Dick