T.S. Eliot, “The Love Song of Saint Sebastian”
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T.S. Eliot, “The Love Song of Saint Sebastian”
it’s like this everywhere
"A sixth-dram dropped, and you flinch from my hand. Good, muthsera. Good for you. I have the third's eye fire and can tell you the story of your house. In the all honest Vel, I'd rather have that than your hand. It has the ghartoki on it. Hold now, they both do." ("What My Beloved Taught Me")
close ups:
i have been noticing recently that people younger than me are too sensitive, while people older than me are not sensitive enough. which, if i'm correct, should be taken as a sign that the total reality penetration vortex is operating as intended -- within as few as five or six generations we may very well be producing babies who can directly perceive the wound at the heart of the world
Wordle is running out of words. Only 2,000 five letter words remain. When that supply is exhausted the Creation shall begin. One day the word will be ZHURM, and all shall get it, and all shall understand it to mean "an ache from suddenly remembering a long-ago friend, who meant something to you once, but whose face you can no longer conjure". The next day the word shall be JOROL, and all will get it, and all will know it means "the melancholy confusion of passing by somewhere where you once could have died". The next day it will be GREFT, and all will understand it to be a small brown bird with white streaks found only in South America, and suddenly, it will appear, in the shrubs of the Atacama desert, in the streets of São Paulo, and all will know that it once was not there, but now, will always be
From Ursula K. Le Guin’s Cat Dreams. Illustrated by S. D. Schindler.
Awhoahh idid not know this
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I think this is the single funniest artfight rule. Like....I guess?
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John McAfee was kind of a disco elysium character
a rainbow of jackalopes
repeating this to myself as a list of daily affirmations
Opening page of RUR comic and the last pages ♥ (I had a very strict deadline for this work, and I still regret that I had no time to draw a proper vegetation on the last page :/ )