Love alters all. Unblood my instinct, love.
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Love alters all. Unblood my instinct, love.
Theodore Roethke, Words for the Wind; from ‘The Renewal’
“Bitter Snow,” by Robert & Shana ParkeHarrison
Dragan Bibin
this is the most profoundly terrifying group of paintings i’ve ever seen.
These are amazing. Deeply terrifying, but amazing.
Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998
Damn babygirl your worldview is relentlessly negative and terrifying
The sunset, Ivan Aivazovsky, 1866
Flower of Pain / Allegory of Poetry, 2020
Ink and watercolour on paper, 29.5x24 cm
Dream of the Scorpion Shadow
I’m writing a letter to a friend in a sunlit room. I know I’m alone, so when I hear a weird noise behind my back it alarms me. I turn around and see that my afternoon shadow is open like a cutout in the floorboards and there’s a dark mass writhing within it. As I stand there stricken with terror a giant scorpion tail rises up from the mass like a threatening cobra. The sting hits my chest with a great weight and introduces a pain that I can hardly describe at all. The pain is so strong it feels tangible – it manifests itself in a sharp sprout bursting from my chest, quickly developing a hard stem that pushes my head back as it lunges upward. I can feel the roots ramify in my veins and right before the dream ends I witness the opening of a large fantastic flower at the end of the stem.
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Flower of Pain / Allegory of Poetry, 2020
Ink and watercolour on paper, 29.5x24 cm
Dream of the Scorpion Shadow
I’m writing a letter to a friend in a sunlit room. I know I’m alone, so when I hear a weird noise behind my back it alarms me. I turn around and see that my afternoon shadow is open like a cutout in the floorboards and there’s a dark mass writhing within it. As I stand there stricken with terror a giant scorpion tail rises up from the mass like a threatening cobra. The sting hits my chest with a great weight and introduces a pain that I can hardly describe at all. The pain is so strong it feels tangible – it manifests itself in a sharp sprout bursting from my chest, quickly developing a hard stem that pushes my head back as it lunges upward. I can feel the roots ramify in my veins and right before the dream ends I witness the opening of a large fantastic flower at the end of the stem.
All is Vanity by Charles Allan Gilbert (American illustrator), 1892
“I am a witness / to the sea and the sun, to your body / lashed to the mast. O that my voice / were a knife, that a knife could change / anything, that there was nothing / between us but salt and breath.”
Donika Kelly, from Bestiary: Poems; “Love Poem: Mermaid”
feeling so needlessly cunty
i only vibe with cunts
Teeth of flowers, hair of dew, hands of herbs, you,
Alfonsina Storni, tr. by Muna Lee, from Selected Poems; “I Am Going To Sleep,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
The Woman Who Invented Love, 1979, Jean Garret