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assignedmale

#art #trans #queer

havingapoemwithyou

above everything by David Ignatow

#poetry

apoemaday

Why I Am Not a Painter

by Frank O’Hara

I am not a painter, I am a poet. Why? I think I would rather be a painter, but I am not. Well,

for instance, Mike Goldberg is starting a painting. I drop in. “Sit down and have a drink” he says. I drink; we drink. I look up. “You have SARDINES in it.” “Yes, it needed something there.” “Oh.” I go and the days go by and I drop in again. The painting is going on, and I go, and the days go by. I drop in. The painting is finished. “Where’s SARDINES?” All that’s left is just letters, “It was too much,” Mike says.

But me? One day I am thinking of a color: orange. I write a line about orange. Pretty soon it is a whole page of words, not lines. Then another page. There should be so much more, not of orange, of words, of how terrible orange is and life. Days go by. It is even in prose, I am a real poet. My poem is finished and I haven’t mentioned orange yet. It’s twelve poems, I call it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery I see Mike’s painting, called SARDINES.

savouryduck

Michael Goldberg, Sardines, 1955, oil and adhesive tape on canvas, 80 3/4 x 66 in. (205.1 x 167.7 cm.), Smithsonian American Art Museum, Gift of Mr. and Mrs. David K. Anderson, Martha Jackson Memorial Collection, 1981.109.9

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catilinas

meeeeeeeeeeee. right now. NOT rested have NOT had beautiful sleep

#misc

fantastic-forest

#nature

expressions-of-nature

by Klara Kulikova

expressions-of-nature

by Shuhei

#nature

weepingwidar

Georg Wilson (British, 1998) - Strange Pastoral (2025)

Jane Crowther

sometimes i get home from an event with my family and i just have to sit in my car for a second & read that one sarah schulman quote on familial homophobia

dughole

taps the sign.

#queer #trans

callunavulgaris

Cookie is very happy to meet you! She invites you into her cozy home to sample the frosted gingerbread castle she baked with love!

i didnt know you were allowed to do things for the sake of wanting to do things. i thought you were just supposed to keep that locked inside your ribcage and let it rot you inside out until youre limping around as the desiccated corpse of who you could have been

divorce-enjoyer

this post is about TRANSITIONING and CHANGING YOUR MAJOR