Owls

[Benny Bunter]

The Frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry
Came loud - and hark, again! loud as before.

 

[Benny Bunter]

whether the eave-drops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of Frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.

 

[Benny Bunter]

The owl's haunting cry brings into relief the mysterious silence of the cold night, like their burning eyes, and their silhouette against the shining moon.

Eyes burning like owlets reaching filmic
attention, shadow across the face of outpost
plummet capture.

 

[IdleRich]

Saw this sinister owl statue hidden almost out of sight in Oxford train station yesterday

 

[Benny Bunter]

 

[Benny Bunter]

You can't be truly appreciate being cosy and warm in your house without knowing there's an owl out there somewhere in the winter night.

 

[Benny Bunter]

you cant just loist every cultural artifact with owls in the title! you have to nail down what owls mean! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF OWLS

Their eyes shine and burn in the cold night.

Their silhouette stands out against the moon.

Their haunting cries break the night's silence, and you appreciate the comfort of your fireside more when you hear them.

They remind you of death, and that you're not dead yet.

This is what Shakespeare, Coleridge and Prynne have taught me about owls.

 

[version]

You can't be truly appreciate being cosy and warm in your house without knowing there's an owl out there somewhere in the winter night.

Yes, we became very wakeful; so much so that our recumbent position began to grow wearisome, and by little and little we found ourselves sitting up; the clothes well tucked around us, leaning against the headboard with our four knees drawn up close together, and our two noses bending over them, as if our knee-pans were warming-pans. We felt very nice and snug, the more so since it was so chilly out of doors; indeed out of bed-clothes too, seeing that there was no fire in the room. The more so, I say, because truly to enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself. If you flatter yourself that you are all over comfortable, and have been so a long time, then you cannot be said to be comfortable any more. But if, like Queequeg and me in the bed, the tip of your nose or the crown of your head be slightly chilled, why then, indeed, in the general consciousness you feel most delightfully and unmistakably warm. For this reason a sleeping apartment should never be furnished with a fire, which is one of the luxurious discomforts of the rich. For the height of this sort of deliciousness is to have nothing but the blankets between you and your snugness and the cold of the outer air. Then there you lie like the one warm spark in the heart of an arctic crystal.

Herman Melville, Moby-Dick

 

[william_kent]

"THIS IS OWL DUB!"



ECHO LTD 007 - A2- OWL DUB

 

[Benny Bunter]

Yes, we became very wakeful; so much so that our recumbent position began to grow wearisome, and by little and little we found ourselves sitting up; the clothes well tucked around us, leaning against the headboard with our four knees drawn up close together, and our two noses bending over them, as if our knee-pans were warming-pans. We felt very nice and snug, the more so since it was so chilly out of doors; indeed out of bed-clothes too, seeing that there was no fire in the room. The more so, I say, because truly to enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself. If you flatter yourself that you are all over comfortable, and have been so a long time, then you cannot be said to be comfortable any more. But if, like Queequeg and me in the bed, the tip of your nose or the crown of your head be slightly chilled, why then, indeed, in the general consciousness you feel most delightfully and unmistakably warm. For this reason a sleeping apartment should never be furnished with a fire, which is one of the luxurious discomforts of the rich. For the height of this sort of deliciousness is to have nothing but the blankets between you and your snugness and the cold of the outer air. Then there you lie like the one warm spark in the heart of an arctic crystal.

Herman Melville, Moby-Dick

Yet another quote from Moby Dick in reply to one of my posts. I have to say you're doing a good job in convincing me I need to read this book.

 

[Benny Bunter]

And it's exactly the same thing that Shakespeare's conveying in that song, and why he somewhat strangely and ironically calls the owl's hoot "merry"

 

[Benny Bunter]

"there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself."

 

[catalog]

I got given a pair of owl pellets by a pagan from Coventry, I'm dissecting them tomorrow. My mate is coming round with his son to join in.

 

[catalog]

This is what the package looks like currently. I wrapped the pellets in a wet leaf and they've coagulated with it a little.

 

[catalog]

Pellet dissection in progress

Contents

 

[luka]

Edmund davie had sex with an Owl today.

 

[luka]

A long eared owl.

 

[catalog]

Woops is such a ledge

 

[catalog]

PEOPLE HAVE USED OWL PELLETS FOR DIVINATION PURPOSES I THE PAST