Black Cats…

Posted in Cats in Art with tags , , , , , , on October 15, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

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I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat. – Edgar Allen Poe

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A man is like a cat; chase him and he will run, sit still and ignore him and he’ll come purring at your feet. – Helen Rowland

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When I played in the sandbox, the cat kept covering me up. – Rodney Dangerfield

My Autumn Girls…

Posted in Celestial Objects, Fashion with tags , , , , , , , , on October 15, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

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The High Priestess…

Posted in Esoteric with tags , , , , , , , on October 14, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

Which Tarot card are you?

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Like electricity, magickal energy is pure potential. It does nothing on its own but, when channeled through an intention, it can make miracles happen.
You are unlimited possibility. Between pillars of light and darkness, you abide in the dynamic equilibrium, waiting to be set into motion.

Fascinating and strange secrets of the tarot:

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La Papessa in the Visconti-Sfonza Tarot is believed to be a depiction of Sister Manfreda, a nun who was elected Pope be a heretical sect of Lombard. Gertrude Mackley writes:

“Their leader, Guglielma of Bohemia, had died in Milan in 1281. The most enthusiastic of her followers believed that she was the incarnation of the Holy Spirit, sent to inaugurate the new age of the Spirit prophesied by Joachim of Flora. They believed that Guglielma would return to earth on the Feast of Pentecost in the year 1300, and that the male dominated Papacy would then pass away, yielding to a line of female Popes. In preparation for this event they elected Sister Manfreda the first of the Popesses, and several wealthy families of Lombardy provided at great cost the sacred vessels they expected her to use when she said Mass in Rome at the Church of Santa Maria Maggiore. Naturally, the Inquisition exterminated this new sect, and the “Popess” was burned at the stake in the autumn of 1300. Later the Inquisition proceeded against Matteo Visconti, the first Duke of Milan, for his very slight connections with the sect.”

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Crowned in a papal tiara she is labeled La Papesse, the Popess, a possible reference to the legend of Pope Joan who disguised herself as a man to be elected Pope. Supposedly she was discovered because she gave birth.

Source: which tarot card are you quiz and Wikipedia

Stunning images of what seems to be a carved pumpkin on the surface of the sun getting ready for Halloween!

Posted in Esoteric on October 11, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

thewitcontinuum:

The sun likes October too…

Originally posted on boldcorsicanflame's Blog:

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It may be the spookiest the sun has ever looked.

Nasa has revealed these amazing images showing the ‘pumpkin sun’ just in time for Halloween.

The images were taken on October 8th, and blends together two separate wavelengths usually seen in gold and yellow to create the stunning effect.

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I do not wish…

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , on October 11, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

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I do not wish to live in a grey area
or a road between the lines
Love must start on the first line
continue on every line…

Deborah Levy

Image: Marion Cotillard

Fresh…

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Image: Joanne Nam for Thinkspace Gallery group show “Fresh”
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Seeing…

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There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night. – Albert Camus

Gone Girl….without spoilers…cause that would suck…

Posted in Film with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 6, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

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“We’re so cute I want to punch us in the face.” – Amy, Gone Girl

One of the film’s lighter moment contained this line. Not much “cute” for the rest. A must see if you: like Ben Affleck, which I do, like a mystery, if you like shocking turn of events (oh God, he’s screwed!), if you like sex, did I mention sex?, if you like a bit of gore (Game of Thrones prepared me for the bloody scene, no problem), if you like being slammed against the wall, and can handle the word “cunt.” Twice. I won’t be able to watch Pride and Prejudice again without wonder at Rosamund Pike’s Jane in that film, so sweet…who knew?

Rated R. Long, not for the weary.
Would I watch it again? Maybe. (Okay, yes, I would! Guilty pleasures…)

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Feeling…plum and more….

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Touches of beauty…

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He hardly ever spoke of magic….

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They try to say what you are…

Posted in Art, Rumi with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on July 11, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

Ambergris Smoke by John Singer SargentThey try to say what you are, spiritual or sexual?
They wonder about Solomon and all his wives.

In the body of the world, they say, there is a soul
and you are that.

But we have ways within each other
that will never be said by anyone.   ~Rumi

Image: Ambergris Smoke by John Singer Sargent

Black and White Photomontages

Posted in Art with tags , , , , on July 10, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

thewitcontinuum:

Amazing works in black and white…

Originally posted on Chicquero:

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Thomas Barbèy grew up in Geneva, Switzerland, across the street from the “Caran D’ache” factory, the largest manufacturer of art supplies. He started drawing seriously at the age of 13, using black “encre de Chine” and gouaches for color. His influences were Philippe Druillet, Roger Dean and H.R. Giger. Today, he resides in Las Vegas and travels the world, taking his camera wherever he goes.

Thomas has been a photographer for over twenty years now and prefers to use his old Canon AE1s when he shoots in 35mm or his RB67 when he shoots in medium format. More recently, he has been doing Black and White Photomontages for the sole purpose of doing Fine Art, without working for a specific client.

He has combined several images taken over a period of twenty years to create surreal situations with the help of the enlarger in a dark room. His work has a…

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She is Melusina…

Posted in Esoteric with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 10, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

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In the darkness of the forest the young knight could hear the splashing of the fountain long before he could see the glimmer of moonlight reflected on the still surface.  He was about to step forward, longing to dip his head, drink in the coolness, when he caught his breath at the sight of something dark, moving deep in the water.  There was a greenish shadow in the sunken bowl of the fountain, something like a great fish, something like a drowned body.  Then it moved and stood upright and he saw, frighteningly naked: a bathing woman.  Her skin as she rose up, water coursing down her flanks, was even paler than the white marble bowl, her wet hair dark as a shadow.

She is Melusina, the water goddess, and she is found in hidden springs and waterfalls in any forest in Christendom, even in those as far away as Greece.  She bathes in the Moorish fountains too.  They know her by another name in the northern countries, where the lakes are glazed with ice and it crackles when she rises.  A man may love her if he keeps her secret and lets her alone when she wants to bathe, and she may love him in return until he breaks his word, as men always do, and she sweeps him into the deeps, with her fishy tail, and turns his faithless blood to water.

The tragedy of Melusina, whatever language tells it, whatever tune it sings, is that a man will always promise more than he can do to a woman he cannot understand.

excerpt from The White Queen by Philippa Gregory

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Take pen in hand and lay out a wish list…

Posted in "Wit"icisms" with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 9, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

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Julia Cameron, in her book The Sound of Paper, tells me, as an exercise in Wishes come true, to try this: Take pen in hand and lay out a wish list…Allow your wishes to be what they are, to range from the minuscule and easily fulfilled to the large and seemingly impossible…

Here’s mine, written by the pool on July 6. 2014

A house on the beach…

Pure, perfect expression of words in my writing, full of imagery and magic…

Enough money to travel the world and live in different countries…a year in Paris, a year in Venice, for example…

An ice-filled glass of Coke…

A menthol cigarette, just one…or two…

A chat over a cup of Earl Grey with Benedict Cumberbatch, just to hear his voice in person…

A part in one episode of Vikings or Game of Thrones or Mad Men…I can be killed off as long as I have a scene with Clive Standon, Kit Harington, or Jon Hamm…

A glass of Kendall Jackson chardonnay…

My published novel in my hand…

The summer to last for six months instead of three…

October to last forever…

Family…ah, to grow successful and famous, if they wish…

My body, to be in perfect health, despite the wine, the Coke, and that one, or two cigarettes…

;) Painting: Glass of Wine by Elena Ilku

 

Just above the surface…

Posted in Rumi with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 9, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

 

 

 

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Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,

no light and no land anywhere,

cloudcover thick. I try to stay

just above the surface, yet I’m already under

and living within the ocean.

~Rumi

Mythological narratives…

Posted in Art with tags , , , on July 7, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

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We’ve fallen into deep fascination with London based artist Amy Judd. Her work is described as “a collective of sensitive and silent moments, some full of whimsical intrigue, others more surreal and seductive. ”  The  “light and positioning of the subject creates curious images, which conjure up new ‘mythological’ narratives or creatures within the paintings; using Feathers as armor, and birds as familiars.”

 

Link: Amy Judd Art

A library…

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The sexiest curve…

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The sexiest curve on your body is your smile.

We are free…

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We are feeling star spangled and free here at The Wit Continuum… After a rainy start we have settled ourselves into glorious skies and a bit of literary air, aka, reading and blogging until fireworks start. Hope all of my Wit babes are feeling the vibe of summer exploding around you!

We all came in and sat down…

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 30, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

We all came IN and sat down,
not expecting to be served for free…

but we were.

ONE of us said: This can’t be right? We don’t deserve this.
Another said: Well, of course.
And still another said: We’ve waited so long.
And another drank with me and we didn’t
say a word.

OUTside the night circus set up exotic tents
full of SUNlight and WATER.

I chose a water one, even though I have nightmares
of drowning in dark water…

But the water FILLED tent was clear
and blue and pale and light as vapor sky
and so cool and I relaxed in IT.

I soaked away DARKNESS.

The next DAY we all came together again.
Some of us were tanned from the sun-filled tents,
some, like me, were pale and clear…

as if blessed with purity.

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WE did not drink that day.

 

~mj Rains

Whoever brought me here will have to take me home…

Posted in Rumi with tags , , , , , on June 30, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

On the tavern

In the tavern are many wines–the wine of delight in color and form and taste, the wine of the intellect’s agility, the fine port of stories, and cabernet of soul singing. Being human means entering this place where entrancing varieties of desire are served. The grapeskin of ego breaks and a pouring begins. Fermentation is one of the oldest symbols for human transformation. When grapes combine their juice and closed up together for a time in a dark place, the results are spectacular. This is what lets two drunks meet so that they don’t know who is who. Pronouns no longer apply in the tavern’s mud-world of excited confusion and half-articulated wantings.

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But after some time in the tavern, a point comes, a memory of elsewhere, a longing for the source, and the drunks must set off from the tavern and begin the return. The Qur’an says, “We are all returning.” The tavern is a kind of glorious hell that human beings enjoy and suffer and then push off from in their search for truth. The tavern is a dangerous region where sometimes disguises are necessary, but never hide your heart, Rumi urges. Keep open there. A breaking apart, a crying our into the street, begins in the tavern, and the human soul turns to find its way home

It’s 4 a.m. Nasruddin leaves the tavern and walks the town aimlessly. A policeman stops him. “Why are you out wandering the streets in the middle of the night?”

“Sir,” replies Nasruddin, “if I knew the answer to that question, I would have been home hours ago!”

~from The Essential Rumi
Coleman Barks translation

Theme Thursdays…Vogue…

Posted in Fashion, Theme Thursdays with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 8, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

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Theme Thursday features a grand selection of Mario Testino (one of the best fashion photographers today) photos for the May 2014 issue of Vogue magazine. Subjects: Sasha Pivovarova and James Blake…  Enjoy…

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Favorite pic of the lot…love the clothes…I’d wear this…

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A Eclectic Spring Collection…

Posted in Fashion with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 7, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

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“A woman knows she’s wearing the right dress when her  man wants to take it off.” ~Robert Paul

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Tulips…are better than one…

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A welcome home…

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“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.”  ~ Jonathan Safron Foer

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A room in which we can drink wine, talk of our lives and our losses…and what remains despite it all…

The Purpose of Life

Posted in Writers with tags , , , , , , on April 27, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

thewitcontinuum:

Great words from a brilliant writer…

Originally posted on HemmingPlay:

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Oh, she says well, you’re not a poor man. You know, why don’t you go online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet? And so I pretend not to hear her. And go out to get an envelope because I’m going to have a hell of a good time in the process of buying one envelope. I meet a lot of people. And, see some great looking babes. And a fire engine goes by. And I give them the thumbs up. And, and ask a woman what kind of dog that is. And, and I don’t know. The moral of the story is, is we’re here on Earth to fart around. And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And, what the computer people don’t realize, or they don’t care, is we’re dancing animals. You know, we love to move around. And, we’re…

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Life is hard…

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 27, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

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Life is hard. After all it kills you. ~ Katharine Hepburn

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To think you are not magic…

Posted in "Wit"icisms" with tags , , , , , , , , on April 26, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

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…to think you are not magic, well, darling, I guess even our thoughts can betray us and be fools. ~ Christopher Poindexter

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Black Dress #XXV

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When they find a darker color…

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There are no fools here…

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Black Dress # XXIV

Posted in Girl in the Black Dress with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 23, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

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Burberry Spring/Summer 2014

 

Angel Number Sequences…

Posted in Esoteric with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 22, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

 

 

So has it been happening to you lately, or has it ever happened, perhaps, for a few days, weeks or months in a row…the seeing of a triple number anywhere, anytime? It could have been when you mysteriously woke up during the night and glanced at your digital clock, or pressed you iPhone and the time was 3:33 am. It could have happened with your cash total at the supermarket $28.88. It could have happened when turning onto Route 222 in Maryland.

These are known to some as signs from angels – any duplicate number of at least 3 in a row. And each number has a meaning in the angel world. I would think, with suspension of belief implanted, and if you so preferred, that one could look at this occurrence as a  sign from God, Spirit, Energy, the World, the Universe, the Force of Energy that surrounds…which ever you prefer to believe in if not angel. But for explanation sake, I will follow the Angel-World parameters that I’ve discovered recently.

Also note: This has been happening to me all the time. I wake up 1:11 am or 4:44 am. I glance at the clock at work and it’s 3:33. I ring out a customer and the total is $157.77. It’s been going on for a long time now…what are these angels trying to tell me?

111 – Means to monitor your thoughts. Be sure to think about what you want, and not what you don’t want. 111 is like a bright light of flash bulb. It means the universe has just taken a snapshot of your thought and is manifesting them for you.

222 Newly planted ideas or endeavors are about to become reality. Keep nurturing you idea and it will come to fruition. Don’t quit now! The miracle is about to happen! Keep positive thought alive.

333 The Ascended Masters are near you,  desiring you to know that you have their help, love and companionship. Call upon them often, especially when you see the number 3 patterns around you. Ascended Masters include: Jesus, Moses, Mary, Quan Yin, and Yogananda.

444 The angels are surrounding you now, reassuring you of their love and help. Don’t worry. An angel is near by.

555 Major life change is upon you. This change is a natural part of life and is neither positive nor negative. It just is. Perhaps it is a change that you have been seeking. Feel at peace.

666 Your thoughts are out of balance right now and focused on the material world. This number sequence asks you to balance your thoughts between heaven and earth. Your material and emotional needs will be met when you balance.

777 Angel applause!! Congratulations! You are on a roll. Keep up the good work and know that whatever you are wishing for is coming true. 777 is an extremely positive sign and you should expect more miracles to occur.

888 A phase in your life is about to end. This is a sign to be prepared. This could mean you are winding up an emotional career, or a relationship phase. It also means there is light at the end of the tunnel. Don’t procrastinate. Make your move and enjoy the fruits of your labor.

999  Completion. This is the end of a big phase in your personal or global life. Also, it is a message to those involved in Earth healing. Mother Nature needs you right now.

000  A reminder that your are one with God (spirit, universe, or universal energies) and to feel the presence of this love within you. Also it is a sign that a situation has come full circle.

Let me know if any of you have experienced an Angel Number Sequence. I’d love to hear your thoughts. I was seeing 444 for the longest time, which was great evidently. Lately I’m seeing 111 in some form and 333. I better monitor my thoughts and think of what I’d like and the Ascended Masters are with me.

 

 

I just want to feel…purple yellow red and blue…

Posted in Theme Thursdays with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 13, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

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I just want to feel…

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All that I needed…

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They have turned the church where I ate God…

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , on March 12, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

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They have turned the church where I ate God
and tried to love Him into a gym

where as an altar boy I poured water and wine
into the pastor’s cup, smelling the snuff
under his lip on an empty stomach

where I kept the wafer away from my teeth
thinking I could die straight to the stars
or wherever it was He floated warm and far

where I swung the censer at Benedictions to the Virgin
praying to better my jump shot from the corner
praying to avoid the dark occasions of sin

where on Fridays in cassock and Windsor knot and
flannel pants
I followed Christ to His dogwood cross
breathing a girl’s skin as I passed, and another’s
trying less and less to dismiss them

where I confessed my petty thefts and unclean dreams
promising never again, already knowing
I would be back flushed with desire and shame

where I stood before couples scrubbed and stiff
speaking their vows, some so hard at prayer
I doubted they could go naked, some so shiny
I knew they already did it and grinned like a fool

where I stood before caskets flanked by thick candles
handing the priest the holy water
feeling the rain trickle down to my face
hearing the worms gnaw in the satin and grinding my teeth

Celestial Object…Kate Moss…

Posted in Celestial Objects, Kate Moss with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 11, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

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young-moss-cafe-cigaretteAlways iconic…(and subject of this Wit’s header image…)

Katherine Ann Moss
16 January, 1974

“Kate is human and divine; powerful and vulnerable; glamorous and earthy; Ophelia and Lady Macbeth.  And our feelings for her are contradictory, too. They are blameless: we love her.  They are impure: not to put too fine a point on it, but we would like to fuck her.”  ~ Alex Bilmes, Esquire online

“She’s the kind of girl you wished lived next door, but she’s never going to.”
~ David Bailey

Folding it in half…

Posted in Books with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 10, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

pete yorn and scarlett johanssonA short piece from A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan….

Yet each disappointment Ted felt in his wife, each incremental deflation, was accompanied by a seizure of guilt; many years ago, he had taken the passion he felt for Susan and folded in it half, so he no longer had a drowning, helpless feeling when he glimpsed her beside him in bed: her ropy arms and soft, generous ass.  Then he folded it in half again, so when he felt desire for Susan, it no longer brought with it an edgy terror of never being satisfied.  Then in half again, so that feeling desire entailed no immediate need to act.  Then in half again, so he hardly felt it.  His desire was so small in the end that Ted could slip it inside his desk or a pocket and forget about it, and this gave him a feeling of safety and accomplishment, of having dismantled a perilous apparatus that might have crushed them both.  Susan was baffled at first, then distraught; she’d hit him twice across the face; she’d run from the house in a thunderstorm and slept at a motel; she’d wrestled Ted to the bedroom floor in a pair of black crotchless underpants.  But eventually a sort of amnesia had overtaken Susan; her rebellion and hurt had melted away, deliquesced into a sweet, eternal sunniness that was terrible in the way that life would be terrible, Ted supposed, without death to give it gravitas and shape. He’d presumed at first that her relentless cheer was mocking, another phase in her rebellion, until it came to him that Susan had forgotten  how things were between them before Ted began to fold up his desire;  she’d forgotten and was happy – had never not been happy – and while all of this bolstered his awe at the gymnastic adaptability of the human mind, it also made him feel that his wife had been brainwashed.  By him.

Image: Break Up photo shoot with Pete Yorn and Scarlett Johansson

A woman knows….

Posted in Fashion with tags , , , , , , , on March 7, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

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“A woman knows she’s wearing the right dress, when her man wants to take it off.”

~Robert Paul

Theme Thursdays: Paris

Posted in Theme Thursdays with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 6, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

Paris in winter whiteIf there is one city this Wit had to choose to live in forever it would certainly be Paris…

Paris, early 1900s freeyork.orgParis… early 1900s… “Courage is being scared to death – but saddling up anyway.” -John Wayne

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“Life isn’t about the number of breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away.” – Anonymous

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A woman needs to be put in the mood…

Posted in The Deep with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 5, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

Back Seat RomanceHere is a short piece of advice to all men, lovers, friends, boyfriends and husbands of women out there from The Female Brain by Louann Brizendine, M.D. (make yourself get a copy and read it instead of blaming us for your pitiful lack of understanding…)…

“A woman need to be put in the mood. Before sex, there has to be a soothing and smoothing of the relationship, and she has to be able to stop being annoyed with him. Anger at one’s partner is one of the most common reasons for sexual problems. Many sex therapists say that, for women, foreplay is everything that happens in the twenty-four hours preceding penile insertion. For men, it’s everything that happens three minutes before. Since many parts of a woman’s brain are active at once, she must get into the mood by first relaxing and reconnecting positively with her partner. This is why she needs a good twenty-four hours to get in the mood, and why going on vacation is such an intense aphrodisiac. It allows her to unplug from daily life stress. So men, yes, bring out the flowers, chocolates, and sweet words–they work.  A woman can’t be angry at her man and want to have sex with him at the same time.  And women, tell your men that if they plan on criticizing you or starting a fight on the day they are hoping to get lucky, they should think again.  They will have to wait for the twenty-four hour clock to reset before you’ll be ready.”

Check out this website! 1000 Fights

Image: Jerry Schatzberg/Corbis, 1960

 

A Drug to erase memories…

Posted in Science with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 4, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

drug to erase memories Tumblr picFound this little picture on Tumblr the other day and cannot resist thinking about it still… I would absolutely love to erase some memories, perhaps all of high school, and a few years after that as well, when I think this Wit’s brain malfunctioned because of the men she was with…but I digress…

Mainly this sci-fi-like drug was successfully tested on rats and mice by the Scripps Research Institute in Florida… (One has to wonder how researchers could know, like, did the rats forget they were rats or something?)… This drugs purpose is to help recovering addicts, human addicts that is, and people suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder.

But dare we have hope for the Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind?–can those who suffer turmoil caused by, let’s say, a past relationship, have hope to expurge the memory of this certain regrettable time?

Like I said, I have a few relationships I’d like to forget, a few years I’d like to erase. Who wouldn’t?

A brain is a brain is a brain…

Posted in The Deep with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 2, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

Brain Facts:

Your brain recognizes your touch…You cannot tickle yourself. (So tell me, has anyone tried? )

dreamDreaming requires more brain activity than any waking function…

You have an average of 70,ooo thoughts per day… (No wonder my thoughts drive me crazy. How do you delete this function? I think I could get by with only 10,000)

Your brain generates 10-23 watts of electricity.  (My brain could light up a closet, or the refrigerator. Good to know.)

Sherlock annoyedYou use your entire brain, not just 10% as is often rumored. (Don’t tell Sherlock this - he thinks he’s the only one using his whole brain.)

Your brain can’t feel pain.
Screwed up nerves + fucked up muscles in your head = a headache

Stress alters brain cells and function. (We are all screwed.)

Music increases brain organization. (I hear Mozart is the best, but will Nine Inch Nails do?)

The amygdala in your brain lets you read facial cues. (I can’t tell what your thinking by looking at you, my amygdala is on vacation…)

Your brain needs 20% of your blood and oxygen to function. (Needy little bugger, isn’t it?)

There are 100,000 miles, yes MILES!, of blood vessels in your brain.

Pamela Hanson1996A brain chemical called oxytocin makes you feel love. (When activated, boy do we feel great!)

If I never see you again…

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , on February 11, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

if i never see you againIf I never see you again, I will always carry you.
Inside. Outside. On my fingertips and at brain edges.
And in centers, centers of what I am
of what remains.

~Charles Bukowski

Love Luv

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , on February 11, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

kissour bones
like stems into the sky
will forever cry
victory.

~Charles Bukowski

 

Cat…

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , , on January 22, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

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At three a.m….

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 22, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

BEDROOM_by_fabienbosAt three a.m. you feel you must leave, but you are unable to find one shoe. You hold the other in your hand, a rose-coloured slipper. I see one half buried near me and pick it up.  The sheen of it.  They are obviously favourite shoes, with the indentation of your toes.  Thank you, you say accepting it, as you leave, not even looking at my face. 

I believe this.  When we meet those we fall in love with, there is an aspect of our spirit that is historian, a bit of a pedant, who imagines or remembers a meeting when the other had passes by innocently…

…all parts of the body must be ready for the other, all atoms must jump in one direction for desire to occur. 

~Michael Ondaatje
The English Patient

One of the best books ever!

Click image for artist link.

The Ambition Bird

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 21, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

The Ambition Bird

by Anne Sexton

So it has come to this–
insomnia at 3:15 A.M.,
the clock tolling its engine

like a frog following
a sundial yet having an electric
seizure at the quarter hour.

The business of words keeps me awake.
I am drinking cocoa,
that warm brown mama.

I would like a simple life
yet all night I am laying
poems away in a long box.

It is my immortality box,
my lay-away plan,
my coffin.

All night dark wings
flopping in my heart.
Each an ambition bird.

The bird wants to be dropped
from a high place like Tallahatchie Bridge.

He wants to light a kitchen match
and immolate himself.

He wants to fly into the hand of Michelangelo
and come out painted on a ceiling.

He wants to pierce the hornet’s nest
and come out with a long godhead.

He wants to take bread and wine
and bring forth a man happily floating in the Caribbean.

He wants to be pressed out like a key
so he can unlock the Magi.

He wants to take leave among strangers
passing out bits of his heart like hors d’oeuvres.

He wants to die changing his clothes
and bolt for the sun like a diamond.

He wants, I want.
Dear God, wouldn’t it be
good enough to just drink cocoa?

I must get a new bird
and a new immortality box.
There is folly enough inside this one.

Clearly Sherlocked….

Posted in Television with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 19, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

clearly sherlockedYes, I am Clearly Sherlocked.  So ready for Season 3 premier of BBC’s Sherlock series tonight on PBS… 9:58 pm baby!

I must confess, I watched the first episode of new season online, but that will not hinder the Sherlock party plans. Plus, if you are a fan of this show you already know, you have to watch at least a second time to catch all the cleaver dialogue that leaves this man’s mouth.  Oh, and of course, he faked the fall…and you find out how. Don’t miss the first few minutes. Mind blowing and fun.

Check out my Clearly Sherlocked Pinterest Board and follow! ;)

Enjoy!

Don’t think…

Posted in "Wit"icisms" with tags , , , , , on January 16, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

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Don’t think.

Thinking is the enemy of creativity.  It’s self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can’t try to do things.

You simply must do them.

-Ray Bradbury

 

Stop…

Posted in "Wit"icisms" with tags , , , , , , , on January 16, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

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Autochromes…

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , , , on October 18, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

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Autochromes by Alfred Stieglitz, 1907-1917: Mrs Selma Schubart ca 1907. From Retronaut

Loving fall…

Posted in October with tags , , , , , on October 18, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

Why?

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Mums the word…
And all that lovely dead crap…

Images by The Wit Continuum

Fall fashion…

Posted in Fashion with tags , , , , on October 17, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

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What I’d wear, if I dared all through October…

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And my other favorite color…

Vintage Photography: Black Cats

Posted in Photography, Vintage with tags , , , , , , on October 17, 2014 by thewitcontinuum

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Hollywood 1961
Photo by Ralph Crane documenting black cat auditions for Tales of Terror. Found on Pinterest

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