spoked wheels

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Lannister, Targaryen, Baratheon, Stark, Tyrell. They’re all just spokes on a wheel. This one’s on top, then that one’s on top. And on and on it spins, crushing those on the ground. I’m not going to stop the wheel. I’m going to break the wheel.

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got meme | 4/5 Characters ◦ Daenerys Targaryen

Lannister, Baratheon, Stark, Tyrell. They’re all just spokes on a wheel. This one’s on top, then that one’s on top, and on and on it spins, crushing those on the ground. I’m not going to stop the wheel. I’m going to break the wheel.

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Sinister Electric Cafe Racer Concept
Inspired and motivated by what would be possible by combining an electric power plant and a cafe racer, Michael Cohen created this Electric Cafe Racer Concept. The industrial designer, illustrator and digital artist out of Hillsboro, OR, made quite a few interesting choices when it came to designing a bike from the ground up. Between the multi-LED headlights, the studded, wire spoke wheels and tires, and the translucent covering of the frame and components, this bike feels like a cafe racer created equally from the worlds of Tron and Mad Max. At this point the bike is nothing more than a series of cool design ideas, but we’re holding out hope that some day we’ll be able to ride something like it.

So gradual in winter
was the going of the age

it seemed the long days
setting out

when stars faded
over the mountains
were not leaving us

even as birds
wake in full song

while dew glitters
in the webs
you appear
a clear morning


opening into the sky
something of our own

to have and keep
the brightness
we could not touch


the air we could not hold
had come to be there all the time

for us and would never be gone

the axle we did not hear
was turning
when the ancient car spoke

in the roofer’s barn
rolled out echoing


first into the lane
the tractor
in the village rumbling

went into its rusty mutterings
before heading out of its lean-to


into the shadow
of time


swallows flashing
the sparks of your voice
fast in the spokes

of the hollow


 wheels turning taking us


as one with the tires
of the baker’s van


           where the wheels of bread
were stacked like days
in calendars


coming and going
all at once we did hear


 the rim of the hour
in what you were saying


 touching all day
it was there
and would stay


as the afternoon lengthened
on its dial

the shadows reached out
farther and farther


from everything
we began to listen for what

might be escaping us

I heard high voices ringing


the village at sundown
calling after dark
the silence on its road

—  The Speed of Light
WS Merwin
Some of the Russian idioms
  • The idiom
  • Its translation
  • Its English equivalent

Делать из мухи слона.
To make an elephant out of a fly.
To make a mountain out of a molehill.

 Жить как на вулкане.
To live like on a volcano.
To sit on a powder keg.

Убить сразу двух зайцев.
To kill two hares simultaneously.
To kill two birds with one stone.

 Лить как из ведра.
To rain like from a bucket.
To rain cats and dogs.

Висеть на волоске.
To hang by a hair.
To hang by a thread.

То, что доктор прописал.
Just what the doctor ordered.

Искать иголку в стоге сена.
To look for a needle in a haystack.

Белая ворона.
A white crow.
A black sheep.

В час по чайной ложке.
A teaspoon per hour.
At a snail’s pace.

 Вот где собака зарыта.
That’s where the dog is buried.
That’s the heart of the matter.

Вставлять палки кому-либо в колёса.
To put sticks in someone’s wheel.
To put a spoke in someone’s wheel.

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RENT (2005)

In diapers, report cards
In spoke wheels, in speeding tickets
In contracts, dollars
In funerals, in births

In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you figure our last year on earth?
Figure in love, Figure in love, Figure in love

Measure in love, Seasons of love, Seasons of love 

“…there are three possible ways in which the church can act toward the state: the first place, as has been said, it can ask the state whether its actions are legitimate and in accordance with its character as state, i.e., it can throw the state back on its responsibilities.

Second, it can aid the victims of state action. The church has an unconditional obligation to the victims of any ordering of society, even if they do not belong to the Christian community. ‘Do good to all people.’ In both these courses of action, the church serves the free state in its free way, and at times when laws are changed the church may in no way withdraw itself from these two tasks.

The third possibility is not just to bandage the victims under the wheel, but to jam a spoke in the wheel itself.”

- Dietrich Bonhoeffer, “The Church and the Jewish Question,” 1933 Germany.

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-Lannister, Targaryen, Baratheon, Stark, Tyrell they’re all just spokes on a wheel. This ones on top, then that ones on top and on and on it spins crushing those on the ground.

-It’s a beautiful dream, stopping the wheel. You’re not the first person who’s ever dreamt it.

-I’m not going to stop the wheel, I’m going to break the wheel.

Autumn is here, cover my heart with something,
the shadow of a tree, or better, the shadow of you.

Sometimes I’m afraid I will see you no more,
[…]
Then I step toward the rocks and fall silent,
I pick words up and drown them in the ocean.
I whistle the moon to rise and make it
into a great emotion.

Nichita Stănescu, from “Autumn Love,” Wheel with a Single Spoke: and other poems (Archipelago Books, 2012)

Do not bow your head. Do not close your eyes.

Let us look deeply within one another.

TODAY, I give thanks for the light that exists within each one of you.

TODAY, I acknowledge that your quest for light beyond shadow, your desire to defeat your own cynicism, your work at believing the impossible possible, your faith in change and the ability of humankind to transcend past transgressions and overcome the shortsightedness of ignorance and fear, and our collective effort at stretching the boundaries of reality, has enabled us to achieve the dream that is TODAY.

TODAY, I acknowledge that even my own success is a simple spoke in the wheel of our collective success, and that our collective success is in response to all of the individual effort that we have put forward in our individual lives, in private moments, in private struggles against our lesser selves.

Some of us worked on being more honest.
Some of us worked on being more kind.
Some of us worked on not hiding our emotions.
Some of us worked on becoming less angry.
Some of us worked on becoming better listeners.
Some of us worked on facing our fears.
Some of us worked on remembering to say thank you.
Some of us worked on trusting our loved ones.
Some of us worked on having more faith.
Some of us worked on detoxifying our environment.
Some of us worked on detoxifying our minds.
Some of us worked on monitoring our diets.
Some of us worked on strengthening our discipline.
Some of us worked on broadening our skills.
Some of us worked on learning new languages.
Some of us worked on becoming better parents.
Some of us worked on becoming better friends.
Some of us worked on remembering our dreams.
Some of us worked on forgiving the past.
Some of us worked on strengthening our bodies.
Some of us worked on sharing and giving back.
Some of us worked on taking on greater responsibility.
Some of us worked on our art.

As a result of all of the work that has been done quietly in our individual lives, we have collectively contributed to the blossoming understanding and simplest expression of what God is. God is our good, and even the good we do for our self counts. Each fully blossomed flower on the hillside of our destiny adds to the broadened spectrum of our being. And together, we create more than beauty, more than fate; we evolve the depth and scope of the All-Seeing.

We may never see it reported through the media, but there is more good happening in this world than evil. There are more children smiling in this moment than any single one of us could fathom… and someone just fell in love, and someone just helped a stranger, and someone just scored a goal, and someone got their hearing back, and someone’s joking with their co-worker, and someone’s sitting in the kitchen, while the rest of the household sleeps, writing a poem.

Today, I give thanks for all of the good that has gone unrewarded, for every kind word, action, or deed. Today, I gave thanks for the God that is within each and every one of you, that is us, when we claim who we are.

—  saul williams