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Elena Wuest (Kazakhstani/German b.1977) , Dissolving into Pink, 2026, Oil on canvas
explained to an 8 year old that once a fruit is ripe you only have so much time until it rots so you have to eat it soon and she said so i'll never be able to keep it perfect like this forever? no and there are about a million pieces of art for you unrelatedly
it's been a while!!
“Ghosts are real” I can see how you could believe that
“Ghosts aren’t real” it’s very fair and rational that you believe that
“Ghosts aren’t real anymore” I’m about to hear a poem or very sad story
“Ghosts aren’t real yet” the fuck are you going to do
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does anyone else think about how pickman invented pointillism
I'm trying to get back into the habit of writing for the first time in like 4 years and I have never felt more like this guy
“September” by Jennifer Michael Hecht
you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for an amazing reason
CIL VI, 35887 = CLE 1532 = EDR120786:
Cara mieis vixi, virgo vitam reddidi. / Mortua heic ego sum et sum cinis, is cinis terrast. / Sein est terra dea, ego sum dea, mortua non sum. / Rogo te, hospes, noli ossa mea violare. / Mus vixit annos XIII.
Dear to mine I lived, life I left as a maiden. / Here I am dead and I am dust, and dust is earth. / And if Earth is a goddess, I am a goddess, I am not dead. / I ask you, stranger, do not wish to desecrate my bones. / Mus lived thirteen years.
a touching mixed-metre epitaph for a young girl: nearly identical verses appear in the epitaph of young Utilis (CIL VI, 29609 = CLE 974 = EDR144568), and both share a common theme with an epigram attributed to Pseudo-Epicharmus (D.L. Page, p. 154).
εἰμὶ νεκρός, νεκρὸς δὲ κόπρος, γῆ δ' ἡ κόπρος ἐστίν· / εἰ δ' ἡ γῆ θεός ἔστ', οὐ νεκρὸς ἀλλὰ θεός.
I am a corpse, a corpse is dung, and earth is dung too; / and if Earth is a god, I am not a corpse but a god.
lightning strikes the grand canyon. photos by (click pic) travis roe, dan ransom (timelapse), rold maeder, david ponton and doug koepsel
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i've just started a project that i should've done years ago but i'm a good enough musician now that i kinda have the whole thing in my head. this isn't good. the Mind Version distracts me from the fact that i haven't DONE IT YET and so much of recording is just like. being a little sore. setting up. accidentally knocking something over and having to do another take. the real life frictions of the craft have become intolerable and i miss the days when i was a young shithead and staying up for 50 hours felt like nothing
marielda strings version wip. ok no more sharing i'm in lockdown until it's done
I've finally got past the ugly phase yayyyyyyy it's coming together. calling all artists: persevere
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Why do they shoot the horse in the head when it breaks its ankle . How is that supposed to help