You can hear the bones humming

[sovay]

How did we know we were human? We made music and devoured our own. The juniper tree's roots run deep. I am waiting for the flute that, blown, cries out in the voice of an ancient child.

There is salt on Enceladus.

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[timesygn.livejournal.com]

No, sister.

In the shadow of the broken cook-pots, you cannot hope.

[larryhammer]

That is most EXCELLENT news about Enceladus.

---L.

Call me Alph

[steepholm.livejournal.com]

This is a deep triad. Enceladus's salty trail to "watery underground caverns"; man's measures and pleasure domes; and what in man is measureless.

[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

I am waiting for the flute that, blown, cries out in the voice of an ancient child.

It would be a lure; don't listen. It's too late for the owner of that voice.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Interesting triad, this.

I'll have to see if I can finagle access to the full article from Nature.

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

You are poetry.

Nine

[seajules]

We eat what we are and so never leave the dead behind.

I wonder whose mourning marks that moon.

(Spouse has been reading to me passages from a book called Traditions of the Navy, first printing in 1942. His edition is from 1954, and was a gift from a crusty old sailor he met while serving a mission for our church in Stockton over a decade ago. There are poems and poems in there, the embrace of the sea that gave us fathom, and the ravens kept aboard by the Northmen for navigational purposes.)

[clarionj.livejournal.com]

This is scary and beautiful. I love how you pulled these three articles together. Do you feel a poem stirring in there?