[feral-ballad]

Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from The Most Foreign Country; “…From my diary”

[Text ID: “and the shadows lingering / in the fragments of star.”]

[c-o-l-o-r-e-s-m-a-g-i-c-o-s]

[hyperions-fate]

The proliferation of chatgpt speak means that our use of language will have to become stranger, more arcane in order to retain its freshness and verdancy. You must learn to out-Tudor the unthinking algorithmic leviathan.

[soracities]

“Out of the forest I come with my flowers, singing, all alone.”

— Carol Ann Duffy, from Little Red-Cap in The World’s Wife.

[susanoos-wife]

Nobuhide Makino, "Sasanqua Camellia"

[adrasteiax]

“White camellias falling— the only sound in the moonlit evening”

— Takakuwa Rankō, from A Haiku Garden: The Four Seasons In Poems And Prints [edited by Stephen Addiss with Fumiko and Akira Yamamoto]

[metaphorformetaphor]

“When evening falls, my heart catches fire in solitude.”

— Amir Khusrau, from “Ghazal 1151,” In the Bazaar of Love: The Selected Poetry of Amir Khusrau (Penguin Global, 2012)

[theinternetarchive]

geese in flight magic lantern slide turning, brass, copper, glass, zinc alloy, wood; 80mm diameter with single slot shutter; designed thomas ross c. 1890.

[tjulip]

“Zugunruhe: the term for the innate restlessness that birds feel which eventually spurs on migration”

— (via memoryslandscape)

[batrachised]

love the phrase "but I digress." yes I temporarily got lost in the moors I wander in my mind but don't worry I'm self-aware about it

[nuveau-deco]

A Selection of Elaborate Keys Designed by Rudolf Hammel from MAK Collection Online. These four were fabricated by Emil Kurczak in Vienna, dating before 1903.

(Image Links:  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  )

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

Downwards, directed by the tunneled pass, as through a leveled telescope, I caught sight of a far-off, soft, azure world. I hardly knew it, though I came from it.

– Herman Melville, from “The Piazza,” The Happy Failure: Stories (Harper Perennial, 2009)

[lonequixote]

and everything burned in blue, everything a star.

— Pablo Neruda

[a-quietdream]

"Soft as dew, my darling,"

— John Berryman, from The Heart Is Strange:

Poems; "Selected Sonnets,"

[feral-ballad]

Saadi Youssef, tr. by Sinan Antoon & Peter Money, from Nostalgia, My Enemy; "The wretched of the heavens"

[Text ID: "she comes from a mysterious world,"]

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

I am learning the pathways of the heart…these are the silent pathways of the heart…

– Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

[coffeenextdoor]