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Philly Journal, 11/12/13

Posted in Philly Journal with tags , , , on November 12, 2013 by sethdellinger

I worked just until the early afternoon today, so when I got off, I took the opportunity to swing by the new apartment (it’s a townhouse, but for simplicity’s sake, in all future postings, I will be referring to it as an apartment) to walk around the neighborhood a little bit and take some pictures.  Here be the pictures:

 

 

This is the apartment (the one on the left, #105).  It's a two-bedroom townhouse with full basement, washer-dryer, and ton of badassery.

This is the apartment (the one on the left, #105). It’s a two-bedroom townhouse with full basement, washer-dryer, and ton of badassery.

 

The street I live on, from directly in front of my apartment.  The Pennsport section of Philly pretty much looks like this down every street for about 30 blocks.

The street I live on, from directly in front of my apartment. The Pennsport section of Philly pretty much looks like this down every street for about 30 blocks.

 

The view down Front Street right by my house.  Front is one of the main arterial streets through Pennsport.

The view down Front Street right by my house. Front is one of the main arterial streets through Pennsport.

 

 

 

Howard Eaton Reservoir, 11/1/11

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , on November 1, 2011 by sethdellinger

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shit Dying

Posted in Photography with tags , on October 26, 2011 by sethdellinger

 

 

 

 

Seth’s Favorite Poems

Posted in Seth's Favorite Poems (by other people) with tags , , , , , , , , on November 11, 2010 by sethdellinger

 Click here to read all the previous poems in this series.

The Force that Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower
by Dylan Thomas

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
is my destroyer;
and I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
my youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

The force that drives the water through the rocks
drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
how at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

The hand that whirls the water in the pool
stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
hauls my shroud sail;
and I am dumb to tell the hanging man
how of my clay is made the hangman’s lime.

The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather’s wind
how time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

And I am dumb to tell the lover’s tomb
how at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.

 

Wednesday’s Picture

Posted in Photography with tags , , , on October 27, 2010 by sethdellinger

“I haunted a basketweaver’s shop.” Deerhunter in Cleveland, 10/21/10

Posted in Concert/ Events, Photography with tags , , , , , , on October 22, 2010 by sethdellinger

Setlist for Deerhunter, 10/21/10 at Beachland Ballroom, Cleveland, OH

1.  Desire Lines
2.  Hazel St.
3.  Don’t Cry
4.  Revival
5.  Never Stops
6.  Little Kids
7.  Memory Boy
8.  Fountain Stairs
9.  Nothing Ever Happened

Encore

1.  Helicopter
2.  He Would Have Laughed

Wednesday’s Picture

Posted in Photography with tags , on October 20, 2010 by sethdellinger

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