wildfire

of not being afraid of your own heart beating

[makingimages]

[apoemaday]

Peanut Butter

by Eileen Myles

I am always hungry & wanting to have sex. This is a fact. If you get right down to it the new unprocessed peanut butter is no damn good & you should buy it in a jar as always in the largest supermarket you know. And I am an enemy of change, as you know. All the things I embrace as new are in fact old things, re-released: swimming, the sensation of being dirty in body and mind summer as a time to do nothing and make no money. Prayer as a last re- sort. Pleasure as a means, and then a means again with no ends in sight. I am absolutely in opposition to all kinds of goals. I have no desire to know           where this, anything is getting me. When the water boils I get a cup of tea. Accidentally I read all the works of Proust. It was summer I was there so was he. I write because I would like to be used for years after my death. Not only my body will be compost but the thoughts I left during my life. During my life I was a woman with hazel eyes. Out the window is a crooked silo. Parts of your body I think of as stripes which I have learned to love along. We swim naked in ponds & I write be- hind your back. My thoughts about you are not exactly forbidden, but exalted because they are useless, not intended to get you because I have you & you love me. It’s more like a playground where I play with my reflection of you until you come back and into the real you I get to sink my teeth. With you I know how to relax. & so I work behind your back. Which is lovely. Nature is out of control you tell me & that’s what’s so good about it. I’m immoderately in love with you, knocked out by all your new white hair   why shouldn’t something I have always known be the very best there is. I love you from my childhood, starting back there when one day was just like the rest, random growth and breezes, constant love, a sand- wich in the middle of day, a tiny step in the vastly conventional path of the Sun. I squint. I wink. I take the ride.

[nemfrog]

Attraction and Repulsion. Modern views of electricity. 1892.

Internet Archive

[downyourspine7]

- Auguste Rodin, Paolo et Francesca (scène de l'enfer de Dante)

[dozydawn]

rocks from san simeon beach, ca.

[soracities]

"not nobler, just there."

Derek Walcott, from "Sea Canes", Collected Poems: 1948-1984 [ID'd]

[deathandmysticism]

Manly Palmer Hall collection of alchemical manuscripts, 1500-1825

[7pleiades7]

Lilith, (Detail), (1887), by John Collier (English, 1850 – 1934), oil on canvas, 194 cm (76.3 in) x 104 cm (40.9 in) Atkinson Art Gallery and Library, England

[theinternetarchive]

metallic thread textile fragment with birds, japanese c. 1800.

[kafk-a]

We Will Be, by Lubaina Himid. 1983

[dozydawn]

andalusite in schist

[nobrashfestivity]

Ana Mendieta, Creek, 1974. 

Super 8 Film. © The Estate of Ana Mendieta Collection, LLC.,Courtesy Galerie Lelong & Co.

[veiligplekje]

Het Verdronken Land van Saeftinghe, the Netherlands

[huariqueje]

Long dandelions in overwintered grass - Paula von Goeschen-Rösler

German , 1875-1941

Paper cut, gouache on Japanese paper , 35.8 x 40.8 cm. 

[unbiddentongue]

Vespers, choreographed by Ulysses Dove, performed by the Alvin Ailey Dance Company (1987)

[nobrashfestivity]

Duane Michals from Things are Queer, 1973

[sab3rtooth]

patterns left by woodworms on driftwood