David Black

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@theartofmadeline
ojovivo

titsay
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
d e v o n
sheepfilms
occasionally subtle
noise dept.
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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shark vs the universe

oozey mess
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Product Placement
cherry valley forever
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@homofugue
David Black
me: [commits a snin (snail sin)]
urbanmessss:
Unknown artist, Berkeley Anti-War Demonstrator 1970
‘firearms & self-defense / a handbook for radicals, revolutionaries and easy riders’, International Liberation School / Red Mountain Tribe, Berkeley, California, 1969.
I didn’t write it down to build a poem. I wrote it down because that is what I do with the things that unravel me. I drag them across a page.
Natalie Diaz, “I Judas Horse,” published on the Poetry Foundation’s Harriet Blog (via bostonpoetryslam)
Truism Stamps by Jenny Holzer from the Steven Leiber Extra Art Archive. -ar
Advice for sleepers
Stippling updates Idk how I have the patience
i’m still rly proud of this
The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not travel the whole distance from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of this scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper, dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distance. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distance, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much of which is in the color blue.
Rebecca Solnit
This science-meets-poetry ode to the “lost light” that is Rayleigh-scattered blue comes from her book A Field Guide To Getting Lost (reviewed marvellously at Brain Pickings)
For a scientific take on why the sky is blue (except when it isn’t) check out this video:
(via jtotheizzoe)
Packet #009 cover-Bridget Collins
James Turrell at the National Gallery of Australia
stop romanticizing California. we already have enough traffic thanks
"Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. ”
Maxine Peake as Hamlet [x]