incarnate.

sideblog  to  mindinfest.

[lexa-is-eternal]

[metaphorformetaphor]

branches exist, wind lifting them exists, and the lone drawing made by the branches

Inger Christensen, from “7,” Alphabet (New Directions, 2001)

[lvndscpe]

Snoqualmie Falls | by Kristian Keenen

[achasma]

Bring Out Your Dead by Edmund Evans, 1665. A street during the Great Plague in London, 1665, with a death cart and mourners.

[dinsintegration]

[gunhilde]

And here is the mosaic in full. You have to wonder if the artist had ever actually seen a wolf.

[boneandpapyrus]

(Roman mosaic, A.D. 300-400, from Isurium Brigantum (Aldborough, North Yorkshire), on display in Leeds City Museum. The mosaic depicts the legend of a very small Romulus and Remus, suckling under the wolf’s belly.)  

[90377]

Heather trail by Jérémy RONDAN

[elixirsauvage]

[officialrembrandt]

glass animals - psylla

[art-is-art-is-art]

Reconciliation of the Montagues and Capulets, Frederic Leighton

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Weightless as amber, Translucent as the currant on the branch, Dark as the rose’s thorn.

Louise Bogan, from The Blue Estuaries: Poems (1923-1968); “After the Persian,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[20aliens-deactivated20200625]

POLAND. Zalipie, the ‘painted village’ near Ternow. Houses are completely painted on the inside and outside by their owners. 1976. By Bruno Barbey.

[heksenkring]

The Box by Deda .

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

What we are making isn’t a shroud or a halo. It’s a banished hive stinging itself alive with vast multiplications.

Tess Gallagher, from “Un Extraño,” Moon Crossing Bridge (Graywolf Press, 1992)

[officialrembrandt]

panic! at the disco - oh glory

[won-der-land89]

[heksenkring]

Artist unknown?

[lifeinpoetry]

how do i explain there is no bravery in running from a house on fire. that this story begins with a body born boy like animal skinning itself in reverse & sewing itself up wrong. that dressing like this feels less like dressing up & more like dressing a wound.

torrin a. greathouse, from “To the People Who Call Me Brave,” Therǝ is a Case That I Ɐm (via lifeinpoetry)