[angelicdewdrop]

[soracities]

“Time, as Einstein and other physicists have explained, is not linear but circular. Our lives are not points on a line—a line that is today being amputated by the Instant Greed of the unprecedented global capitalist order—rather, we are the centres of circles. The circles surround us with testaments addressed to us by our predecessors since the Stone Age, and by texts that are not addressed to us but that can be witnessed by us— texts from nature, from the universe—and they remind us that symmetry coexists with chaos, that ingenuities outflank fatalities, that what is desired is more reassuring than what is promised. Then, sustained by what we have inherited from the past and what we witness, we will have the courage to resist and continue resisting in as yet unimaginable circumstances. We will learn how to wait in solidarity. Just as we will continue indefinitely to praise, to swear, and to curse in every language we know.”

— John Berger, from ‘How to Resist a State of Forgetfulness’, Confabulations

[twoweeks]

the____nail

[apoemaday]

Seven in the Woods

by Jim Harrison

Am I as old as I am? Maybe not. Time is a mystery that can tip us upside down. Yesterday I was seven in the woods, a bandage covering my blind eye, in a bedroll Mother made me so I could sleep out in the woods far from people. A garter snake glided by without noticing me. A chickadee landed on my bare toe, so light she wasn’t believable. The night had been long and the treetops thick with a trillion stars. Who was I, half-blind on the forest floor who was I at age seven? Sixty-eight years later I can still inhabit that boy’s body without thinking of the time between. It is the burden of life to be many ages without seeing the end of time.

[borgialucrezia]

oscar morgan, september 2018

“what day is it?” asked pooh. “it’s today,” squeaked piglet. “my favourite day,” said pooh.

[ethermilkshake]

this year will be so beautiful and it has been even when I couldn't get out of bed and I showed you the mess I allow myself to sit in, it's not easy for you to comprehend. when you try to pull me out I dive deeper in. you want to lessen the space between and I'm trying to invent a language for the reaching only to forgo that I may never fully grasp it. like trying to hug water I keep coming up short. but I keep coming up and I keep reaching for what pains me, what pleasures me, what pains me, what pleasures me

[miamaimania]

“The Hand” (1982) by Mario Irarrázabal ☀ A giant’s last gasp or first hello at the Atlantic’s edge.

[summertimenoir]

Sleeping Beauty (1959)

[tenephre]

[k-k-77-7k]

[dsunearthed]

2006

[witchrealms]

(x)

[frailbug]

make a wish

[ethermilkshake]

[baesada]

[sacred-portal]

[wherepetalsbecomeprayer]

@crybabyricecake