since i just kind of opened tumblr and this blog on a complete whim i kinda miss the whole tumblr rp format and might make a new blog for a certain character ive been itching to play.
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since i just kind of opened tumblr and this blog on a complete whim i kinda miss the whole tumblr rp format and might make a new blog for a certain character ive been itching to play.
Undersong, ‘The Evening News’ (1979) by Audre Lorde
[ID: any wound will stop bleeding / if you press down / hard enough.]
Sibylle Peretti - Rising Fawn II
detail from Caravaggio’s Saint John in the Wilderness // 1604
09/03/21 • poem made from the handout for a lecture on the fragmentary historical sources and missing tomb of alexander the great
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Gian Lorenzo Bernini The Ecstasy of Saint Therese , Cappella Cornaro, Santa Maria della Vittoria, Rome.
The morning song. 1883. Book cover, detail.
Saint John the Baptist (detail), 1602-1603, Caravaggio.
Gdańsk, Poland
Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra, Act V Scene II
Euripides, from “Orestes”, An Oresteia (trans. Anne Carson)
“Sometimes solace won’t do, / and there’s no sleeping with what / you know, and advice / is obscene. / Sometimes there’s a pity / only the self can give, amniotic, / a total curling in.”
— Stephen Dunn, from Between Angels: Poems; “Clarities,”
Song Of The Angels” (detail) 1881. William-Adolphe Bouguereau
oil on canvas
we sin as devils do, we love as angels
“I chase ghosts until the sky is an ember / And cracks,”
— José Angel Araguz, from Everything We Think We Hear; “The Beautiful Poems,”
Light and flight and all that was holy, holy, holy.