WOW THIS IS SOME GREAT TERROR BLOB

[poetrysociety]

From a special edition of 15 copies of Frank O'Hara’s Meditations In An Emergency (1957), which included an original drawing/collage by Grace Hartigan.

via Yale Library

[gaseousmob-blog]

Today’s realization: lost is not a spiritually compromised position. Lost is valid.

[girlsingreenfields]

Anatomy of Lust. Jean-Luc Harderwijk photographed by Carmen Triana for Pressure Magazine.

[driflloon]

chiara scelsi for l’officiel italia feb. 2016

[amare-habeo]

Faig Ahmed (Azerbaijani, born 1982)

Tapestry, N/T

Handmade woolen carpet, natural colors

[yijianchuanxin]

[gaseousmob-blog]

tfw you realize you forgot about everything you like in that relationship bc you knew that if you showed any joy to your partner that they didn’t own they would destroy it, not out of spite but out of fear.

[toryburch]

[dreamlogic]

Annie Oakley’s heart target (One of Oakley’s most popular stunts was shooting through the center of a small, inch-wide heart on a card from around 40 feet away.)

Photograph by Annie Leibovitz, Pilgrimage (Random House, 2011)

[universal-invariants]

[capacity]

This is the most legendary tweet I’ve ever read to this day

[mojav]

i need very obvious very direct love i need lots of validation and honesty and affection i can’t live off of vague love concepts i need it in my face and all around and all over me

[gaseousmob-blog]

#recentlysingleaf doing lana del rey karaoke alone in my bed

[loneberry]

Dante’s First Dream of Beatrice

Beata Beatrix by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (c. 1864–1870)

[From La Vita Nuova]

“Thinking of her, I dozed off and had a marvelous dream or a strange vision: I beheld in my room a cloud of a fiery red within which I could discern the figure of a man of terrifying aspect. He seemed, nevertheless, to be paradoxically quite joyful, himself. He said many things, only a few of which I caught, but I did understand it when he announced, ‘I am your master.’ In his arms he held a sleeping woman, naked except for a blood red cloth in which she was draped. Staring at her closely, I recognized her as the lady who had deigned to greet me the day before. I thought the man held in one hand something ablaze and I heard–or thought I heard–him say, “Behold, your heart!” He had stood there for a while before he roused the sleeping woman and by an exercise of mental powers caused her to eat the object that was burning in his hand. Hesitantly, she did so, and soon after that his joy turned to the bitterest weeping. As he wept, the woman took shelter in his arms and I then thought he arose toward the sky, holding her. This caused me such agony that I could not sleep anymore. I awoke and began to think. This vision had appeared at the fourth hour of the night, which meant that it was the first hour of the last nine of nighttime.”

He then wakes and writes a sonnet addressed to “anyone whose heart and soul have been smitten.”

Translated by David R. Slavitt

[excdus]

[grumble-grumble]

“Creation Starts Spontaneously” from “Utriusqui cosmi maioris scilicet et minoris metaphysica,” Robert Fludd. 1617

[weltschmerz]

[gaseousmob-blog]

i need a hug

[24hoursinthelifeofawoman]

Cup of Coffee and Cigarette ,1950