It Will Never Be Finished

Ad Infinitum Suffering is the spice of life

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🐙 The Cephalopod. atlas Jerusalem: Israel Program for Scientific Translations ; Springfield, Va.: available from the U. S. National Technical Information Service, 1975.

[theoptia]

Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet

Text ID: By thinking so much, I became echo and abyss. By delving within, I made myself into many.

[ur-daily-inspiration]

Two of the oldest lovers

[false-enlightenment]

Someday, there will be light in the gardens

tomatoes ripening on their green vines

laughter in the afternoon air

everyone you’ve ever loved

sitting at the backyard table

waiting to share food with you

this is my hope

[weepingwidar]

Kat Lyons (American, 1991) - Untitled (2024)

[soracities]

happy "everyone forgets that icarus also flew" monday. i want to throw up !

[soracities]

"anything worth doing is worth doing badly"............."not failing as he fell but just coming to the end of his triumph"......goodnight (it's noon)

[apoemaday]

A Decade

by Amy Lowell

When you came, you were like red wine and honey, And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness Now you are like morning bread, Smooth and pleasant. I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour, But I am completely nourished.

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

[mournfulroses]

José María Álvarez, tr. by Risa M. Hazel, from a poem titled "On Time's Fugacity,"

[tamsoj]

Robert Bly, "Depression," from A Mind Apart: Poems of Melancholy, Madness, and Addiction

[false-enlightenment]

The days of November snag and slow on the shape of you

But it’s only for a moment

I walk ten thousand steps to the top of a mountain

my friend and I fill the open air with laughter

But it’s only for a moment

In December, I watch the candles burn away to nothing

the river outside my bedroom empties into the ocean, and murmurs your name

in my dreams it leads me to you

But it’s only for a moment

When the first snow comes, I spend an afternoon in the forest

the cold is quiet,

the air is still,

the world feels empty,

and I am filled with your absence

but it’s only for a moment

At night, our limbs vine together

and I feel the pulse of unending time

But it’s only for a moment

When January comes, you are sick in bed

I look in your eyes and the days are filled with tenderness

But it’s only for a moment

We are apart, and then together again

I touch you, we dissolve

I don’t know where I end

And you begin;

I ache for this to be unending

But it’s only for a moment

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

[false-enlightenment]

I imagine that I’m glowing so brightly

filled with wine and my friends are reading poetry

We’re moving the pieces on a chess board

and dissolving in a conversation

About how there’s no me, or you,

or even a human soul

Sarah is having an epiphany about pomegranates

in the genesis garden

I’m pouring over

Talking about how the wasp loses itself in the fig

I’m breathing your breath

I’m imaging that you are all

my lamplights

And our awareness intersects at a twilight crossroad

that takes us all away from each other

[nemfrog]

Spore print of Amanita Muscarius. Our edible toadstools and mushrooms and how to distinguish them. 1895.

Internet Archive

[derangedrhythms]

Some say the loving and the devouring are all the same thing.

C. S. Lewis, from ‘Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold’

[greelin]

this is going to have me on my hands and knees dry heaving

[aqua-regia009]

Winter landscape with convent church, 1859 - oil on canvas — Carl Hilgers (German, 1818 -1890)