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Brendan Fraser opens up about the 2003 incident he believes derailed his career

2018-02-23T00:00:00.001-05:00

Inside the Two Years That Shook Facebook—and the World

2018-02-22T21:55:00.001-05:00

You'll catch your death in the fog

2018-02-19T22:56:00.001-05:00

David Bowie laid cryptic message on Scissor

2018-02-19T16:20:00.000-05:00

2018-02-17T20:45:00.001-05:00

Johnny Depp and Kate Moss. Photo by Linda McCartney

2018-02-16T03:03:00.000-05:00

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Waking in Winter

2018-02-15T23:20:00.002-05:00

Waking In Winter

I can taste the tin of the sky —- the real tin thing.
Winter dawn is the color of metal,
The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.
All night I have dreamed of destruction, annihilations —-
An assembly-line of cut throats, and you and I
Inching off in the gray Chevrolet, drinking the green
Poison of stilled lawns, the little clapboard gravestones,
Noiseless, on rubber wheels, on the way to the sea resort.

How the balconies echoed! How the sun lit up
The skulls, the unbuckled bones facing the view!
Space! Space! The bed linen was giving out entirely.
Cot legs melted in terrible attitudes, and the nurses —-
Each nurse patched her soul to a wound and disappeared.
The deathly guests had not been satisfied
With the rooms, or the smiles, or the beautiful rubber plants,
Or the sea, Hushing their peeled sense like Old Mother Morphia.

Sylvia Plath

The Moon And The Yew Tree

This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God
Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility
Fumy, spiritous mists inhabit this place.
Separated from my house by a row of headstones.
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.

The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
Twice on Sunday, the bells startle the sky --
Eight great tongues affirming the Resurrection
At the end, they soberly bong out their names.

The yew tree points up, it has a Gothic shape.
The eyes lift after it and find the moon.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness -
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.

I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars
Inside the church, the saints will all be blue,
Floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews,
Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.
The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.
And the message of the yew tree is blackness - blackness and silence.

Sylvia is really using her intuition and higher sense of self here in this poem. She takes inventory of her surroundings at Court Green and soon begins to notice the symbolic impact her environment has on her entire mood and state of mind. In essence, what she sees outwardly is a manifestation of what is occurring on the inside of her being. It's a message to her personally and it's also a Universal truth in a way. The subjective and objective collide and reveal a message to her. One would wish it was something comforting and helpful (blessed guidance), but Sylvia sees nothing of this and interprets the entire situation in desolate, grief-stricken terms.

It's an esoteric cryptic poem. It unveils that the Divine Masculine and Feminine co-exist tangibly in her physical reality, the Moon and the Yew tree. The energies of God/Goddess and Mother/Father permeate and reveal themselves. There is Holiness and divinity here whether it's more pagan or orthodox both are represented. An opportunity for a Resurrection and purification is presented, but Sylvia cannot bring herself to cleanse and purify. She's "fallen a long way."

The fact that these two elements of nature make their presence known to her on religious grounds (the church) truly solidifies the presence of a miraculous event in her mist. She takes advantage of the situation with the outpouring of this mystical spiritual poem, but then cannot go the entire way with a shift or change in perspective or mood.

I think this poem is beautiful yet tragic. It's truly an example of Sylvia's depth and extraordinary soul, but she is also still so sad. I wish she had the chance to experience a relief of her sorrow in her life. All of that depression and woe is really taxing!

Meredith Charlottesville, VA , USA

Lifehack: 60 Small Ways to Improve Your Life in the Next 100 Days

2018-02-15T19:51:00.003-05:00

The polar vortex just split into a double vortex. Get ready for some wild weather

2018-02-15T15:30:00.002-05:00

The polar vortex, the notorious swirl of winds around a low pressure area in the upper atmosphere over the Arctic, has split in two. Since the polar vortex tends to be associated with some of the coldest air during the winter, the split — which is more like a temporary separation than a lasting divorce — means that ultra cold air is on the move.

A split in the polar vortex may sound like a complicated weather concept, but it has huge consequences for weather patterns from Canada to Eurasia. The latest split is likely to put Western Europe and much of Eurasia into the deep freeze for the rest of February, and will offer glimpses of hope for snow lovers along the U.S. East Coast. Read More

Horoscopes aren't real, or are they? Find out what the Astro Twins think.

2018-02-14T00:37:00.001-05:00

Hired Gun, The Untold Stories Behind Your Favorite Musicians

2018-02-13T22:37:00.000-05:00

EXCELLENT new Netflix film about rock musicians by entitled Hired Gun - The Documentary.
Original post by Scott Essman on Facebook.
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Coach 1941 Fall 2018

2018-02-13T21:53:00.002-05:00

Bonus: Shoe Trends 2018 NYC

Andy Warhol, Cagney. 1962

2018-02-13T00:15:00.000-05:00

Here’s why you don’t like new music any more

2018-02-12T21:17:00.001-05:00

Every week, Spotify and Apple Music are flooded with a slew of new, zeitgeist-defining albums that are yours for the streaming. Why, then, after a few songs, do we tend to retreat back into the comforting arms of Tupac Shakur, Alanis Morissette, or Robert Smith? No, it’s not because nobody makes ’em like they used to; it’s because, as is the case with pretty much everything in life, we’re still beholden to the things that shaped us as teenagers.
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New trailers: Deadpool 2, Jessica Jones, Venom, and more

2018-02-11T03:17:00.001-05:00

Nine Trailers You Need To See This Week

John Coltrane

2018-02-10T01:02:00.000-05:00

Despite a relatively brief career (he first came to notice as a sideman at age 29 in 1955, formally launched a solo career at 33 in 1960, and was dead at 40 in 1967), saxophonist John Coltrane was among the most important, and most controversial, figures in jazz. It seems amazing that his period of greatest activity was so short, not only because he recorded prolifically, but also because, taking advantage of his fame, the record companies that recorded him as a sideman in the 1950s frequently reissued those recordings under his name and there has been a wealth of posthumously released material as well.
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Real Friends

2018-02-08T20:54:00.001-05:00

Havana

2018-02-08T20:46:00.001-05:00

ZZTop

2018-02-07T23:59:00.001-05:00

ZZ Top /ˈziːziːtɒp/ is a rock band formed in 1969 in Houston, Texas. The band has, since 1970, consisted of bassist and lead vocalist Dusty Hill, guitarist and lead vocalist Billy Gibbons (the band's leader, main lyricist and musical arranger), and drummer Frank Beard. "As genuine roots musicians, they have few peers", ..More

On DVD Last Flag Flying

2018-02-07T22:13:00.000-05:00

Thirty years after serving together in the Vietnam War, Larry "Doc" Shepherd, Sal Nealon and the Rev. Richard Mueller reunite for a different type of mission: to bury Doc's son, a young Marine killed in Iraq. Forgoing burial at Arlington National Cemetery, Doc and his old buddies take the casket on a bittersweet trip up the coast to New Hampshire. Along the way, the three men find themselves.

If we gave everyone a decent standard of living, could we sustain it?

2018-02-07T03:21:00.002-05:00

It should be possible to meet the basic physical needs of everyone on the planet without using up physical resources too quickly. But it wouldn’t be possible to extend a first-world standard of living to everyone without needing “a level of resource use that is two-six times the sustainable level,” researcher Daniel O’Neill and his colleagues report. Only a drastic improvement in efficiency would allow the planet to manage this higher standard of living. O’Neill and his colleagues looked at the resources that humans use a lot of and that are critical for the planet’s health: things like fresh water, carbon dioxide, nitrogen, and phosphorus. Exceeding the “planetary boundaries” of these resources risks global environmental stability—and we’re not doing well on that front. Could we meet the needs of everyone on the planet without stripping the Earth of all its resources? A paper in this week’s Nature Sustainability says: kind of. Go to Article

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Rhiannon Live Stevie Nicks

2018-02-06T03:16:00.000-05:00

Heart

2018-02-05T05:58:00.002-05:00

Barracuda

Crazy on You Live

Alice

2018-02-04T22:46:00.000-05:00

Riders on the Storm

2018-02-04T21:22:00.000-05:00