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Luminary Uprise

Luminary Uprise is a place for me to display things which I didn't originally create. The name comes from "Word Disassociation" by Lemon Demon, and was the original name of my website until it moved to its current url.

What is kept here often cannot be found elsewhere on the web. Many people hold an ardent belief that absolutely anything can now be found on the web. Nonetheless, many times I have gone searching for things, like, say, the piano sheet music for Vannessa Carlton's A Thousand Miles or the lyrics to some incredibly obscure song, or the exact length of the longest word in the English language, and come up short. Occasionally, some time later, I will come up with it or find what I'm after offline. I like to post them here for other people.

Polyphasic Sleeping – an interesting sleeping system based on the idea that the only sleep you really need is the Rapid Eye Movement in the middle and the rest can be cut out, giving you more time in the day (and night). There are several systems, but all them, if you can manage it, result in a stupidly small amount of sleep and a certain feeling of immortality as you live three times as long as everyone else. Contains FAQ answers and resources on polyphasic sleeping I have yet to find elsewhere, and so have written myself.

(The lack of Vanessa Carlton sheet music is because I did find a copy online and then lost it again. Sorry.)

Poetry

Like many other people, I spent a long time firmly of the view that poetry was meaningless unless it rhymed. Fortunately, I had an epiphany and the joys of prosody were opened up to me, raising the veil of ignorance, as the bonnet of a car is raised to reveal the mysterious complexity within.

Anyway, here you will find some of my favourite poetry.

The poet is in the end probably more afraid of the dogmatist who wants to extract the message from the poem and throw the poem away than he is of the sentimentalist who says, "Oh, just let me enjoy the poem."  ~ Robert Penn Warren

A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music… and then people crowd about the poet and say to him:  "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul."  ~ Soren Kierkegaard

Perhaps no person can be a poet, or can even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind.  ~ Thomas Babington Macaulay

The poetry of the earth is never dead.  ~ John Keats