
“Black Sun”, from Splendor Solis, a German alchemical treatise, 1582
Wikipedia entry for Splendor Solis
Discussion on the significance of the Black Sun in alchemy
(found via Public Domain Review)

“Black Sun”, from Splendor Solis, a German alchemical treatise, 1582
Wikipedia entry for Splendor Solis
Discussion on the significance of the Black Sun in alchemy
(found via Public Domain Review)
Posted by sean on August 4, 2016
https://sd-stewart.com/2016/08/04/black-sun/

A Vision of Isolating Technology from 1906 (Source: Public Domain Review via Diseases of Modern Life)
Posted by sean on July 28, 2016
https://sd-stewart.com/2016/07/28/a-vision-of-isolating-technology-from-1906/
One of the wipers was broken—stuck in place—going nowhere. As I stared through the rain-smeared windshield I wondered how exactly I had arrived here. The parking lot looked familiar. I knew I worked at this place, but what of the last few hours. Waking, eating breakfast, deciding (oddly) to drive instead of bike…what of those actions. Gone—all of them. With trepidation I opened the car door, walked across the dirt parking lot, and entered the building. Inside, coworkers and friends from long ago gathered around a table in the vestibule. I sat with them, aloof and guarded—unwilling to divulge the increasingly alarming gap in my memory. As I casually looked around, I noted three doors leading from the the main lobby. One of them led to my place of employment. But which one. I didn’t recognize the people passing through on their way in. I craned my neck as each door opened, but saw no familiar landmarks or personages beyond any of the three. Suddenly I realized I also could not recall the appearance of my own personal office space. So should I even guess right as to the proper entrance, I would not know where to go once inside. It appeared that I would need to take a leap of faith—there was a choice to be made.
Posted by sean on July 26, 2016
https://sd-stewart.com/2016/07/26/broken-wiper/
Posted by sean on July 22, 2016
https://sd-stewart.com/2016/07/22/john-fahey-voice-of-the-turtle/

Juvenile Mourning Doves
These two have been hanging out on the deck railing for the past few days. Their parents drop by from time to time and regurgitate food into their mouths. It’s quite entertaining.
Posted by sean on July 11, 2016
https://sd-stewart.com/2016/07/11/juvenile-mourning-doves/

Streamside Attraction No. 1

Ebony Jewelwing

Ebony Jewelwing

Ebony Jewelwing

Streamside Attraction No. 2

Wood Turtle

Wood Turtle

Streamside Attraction No. 3
Posted by sean on July 7, 2016
https://sd-stewart.com/2016/07/07/life-along-a-west-virginia-stream/
Posted by sean on June 20, 2016
https://sd-stewart.com/2016/06/20/de-press-heaven-1982-norway/
Swiss nun quits hermit post
As reported in 2014, the Verena Hermitage in Switzerland had announced a job search for a resident hermit. The position called for a solitary who nevertheless could entertain visitors to the historic church and grounds and maintain popular interest in the centuries-old site. The administrators of the church and hermitage selected Sister Benedikta, but the arrangement did not work out as the publicity about the hermitage and the new hermit resident brought an unexpectedly large number of visitors. Sister Benedikta quit after 18 months.
“I never had a problem with the number of people who came for spiritual advice or pastoral care,” she told the 20 Minuten newspaper. But other visitors were just nosy, and wanted to see what a hermit was like or to have a chat. “It simply became too much for me,” she said.
Posted by sean on June 13, 2016
https://sd-stewart.com/2016/06/13/swiss-nun-quits-hermit-post/
Empty happiness. I spent the day reading poems. Trying to learn the technique, in a miserly and premeditated manner. Sometimes it makes me nostalgic to think of children, for whom every action is play. For me, to read poems is work, a great effort. To manage to focus my attention on other people’s words and feelings is a battle against myself. I made two poems. And yesterday another two. I think I won’t ever be able to make a novel, because I’ve nothing to tell in many pages, and even if I had something to tell, but no, I’ve nothing to tell.
Read more at Music & Literature (found via The Blog of Disquiet)
See also: Extracting the Stone of Madness, Pizarnik’s first full-length collection of poetry in English, which was just published this week by New Directions.
Posted by sean on May 20, 2016
https://sd-stewart.com/2016/05/20/excerpt-from-alejandra-pizarniks-diary/