Marabou Stork!!

This massive, vaguely sinister bird oft seems to be pondering disastrous scenarios for those located anywhere nearby. According to Wikipedia, “It is sometimes called the “undertaker bird” due to its shape from behind: cloak-like wings and back, skinny white legs, and sometimes a large white mass of “hair”.”

Postscript: We are proposing the inclusion here of the closely related Greater Adjutant stork.

Buildings, Tall.

These images, for the most part, concentrate on the Shanghai Tower {2,073 feet}, the Shanghai World Financial Centre {1,614 feet}, the Taipei 101 building {1,667 feet}, the Lotte World Tower {1,819 feet}, the Ping An Financial Center {1,965 feet}, One World Trade Center {1,776 feet}, and the Burj Khalifa building {2,717 feet}.

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The Poets.

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The Hollow Men, read by T. S. Eliot himself.

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, read by the great Tom O’Bedlam.

Prufrock, read by Mr. Eliot.

Portrait of Wallace Stevens

The Emperor of Ice Cream, by Wallace Stevens, read by the incomparable Tom O’Bedlam.

Mr. O’Bedlam‘s at it again, with Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.

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Read by Paul MathersBe Drunk, by Charles Baudelaire.

To The Reader {Au Lecteur}, read by the mighty Tom O’Bedlam.

The Albatross, read by no one other than Tom O’Bedlam.

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Pied Beauty, by Gerard Manley Hopkins, read by the great Tom O’Bedlam.

The Windhover, read by the inimitable Tom O’Bedlam.

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The Men Who Don’t Fit In, read, I believe, by George M. Economou.  By the truly great Robert Service.

Moderation, read by Sir Thrustus Simmonds.

Moderation, read this time by the obscure Irish poet Argus Jones.

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Fern Hill, by Dylan Thomas. Read by Tom O’Bedlam.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, read by the incomparable Tom O’Bedlam.

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Hound Voice, by William Butler Yeats. Read by the quasi-obscure poet Argus Jones.

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Tacit lies the gold once-knotted horn.  Read by The Argus Jones, semi-obscure poet of note/unnote. A bit of Pynchon.