billy

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[illustratus]

Chaos watches as the Rebel Angels are thrown into Hell (Milton's Paradise Lost)

by Gustave Doré

[nobrashfestivity]

Unknown, from the Augsburg Book of Miraculous Signs, 1552

Later published as The Book of Miracles

[infected]

The Maiden’s Lament by Horace Vernet (French, 1789-1863)

[psikonauti]

Clown nudibranch (Triopha catalinae)

[psikonauti]

Kazuo Shiraga (Japanese,1924 - 2008)

Kaien ,1999

oil on canvas

[psikonauti]

Uwe Henneken (German, b. 1974)

Ripening, 2019 

Acrylic and pastel on canvas

[psikonauti]

Alessandro Keegan (b. 1980)

Egregore ,2018-19

oil on linen

[billyfly]

kill the tree

how many limbs are left on us? am i holding the bed, or holding the peace for the eighteenth-hundred time? we bury     down and grow up     like a tree     kill the tree. i seek arces of disparity     burning a space in which only we can breath.     i latch to each sigh that escapes from you

and     i swell up     at the thought of losing you

    all over again.

[sculppp]

François-Xavier Fabre (1766 – 1837)

The Death of Abel, 1790.

[lionofchaeronea]

Percival with the Grail Cup (The Temptation of Sir Percival), Arthur Hacker, 1894

[lionofchaeronea]

The Wasted Footsteps, René Magritte, 1950

[nevver]

The Silence, Lucien Lévy-Dhurmer

[oxane]

Sadamasa Motonaga

[faengelia]

[audientvoid13]

Harry Clarke (1889-1931)

Illustration for Manuscript Found in a Bottle

[psikonauti]

Gaël Davrinche (French, b. 1971)

“Nebula” series, 2018

Oil on canvas

[billyfly]

hard air sheaths the moor     the afterglow embalming magnolias     — our newest bud to the nightly rite, nipping kisses     a sweet salt lick over dandelions bristling shut.          look up — it's a big bad noisy star     a southwest dark     in burnt-denim blends. a white cat dusts between the plumber's wheels. snowdrops pleat and buttercups lip          and daises skirt the lawn     like mould-freckled bread. limp dock tongues lap perfectly next to nettles     and the scrawling reaches of catch-weeds     that stitch the barbed fence          to my old Secondary.          desiccated coconut     cakes my teeth, my Vans skidding     on chip-shop polystyrene,     pocket tissues          and February's fallen faces.

British Summertime Begins by billy drake

from “still motion”