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California Golden Poppy Eschscholzia californica with Honey Bee Apis.

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[heavensghost]

Words by Mary Oliver engraved in rock

[sioltach]

YOU DID NOT COME INTO THIS WORLD. YOU CAME OUT OF IT, LIKE A WAVE FROM THE OCEAN. YOU ARE NOT A STRANGER HERE

[matchagirl]

beverly harrington

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the new heart I've been growing in my garden is at a strange and delicate stage of development

[slowtides]

Edvard Munch (1863-1944), The Woman and the Heart

[fakearchivist]

Jenny Holzer, “in a forest of words”, 1994

More rare scans

[terefah]

developed some old film. somewhere on the central coast

[sioltach]

[tatteredribbon68]

[oaluz]

"The Caribbean poet-philosopher Édouard Glissant writes, ‘when we speak of a poetics of Relation, we no longer need to add: relation between what and what?’ Instead, functioning as an intransitive verb, relation ‘informs not simply what is relayed but also the relative and the related’. It strings together a constellation of indiscreet things, bound by their inseparability, in turn revealing their boundlessness."

"Their use of ‘the poetic’ resonates with the Surrealist tradition and, in particular, the work of Aimé Césaire, in which poetry or ‘poetic knowledge’ is able to say what we cannot in (social) scientific terms. In other words, poetry liberates knowledge. For Harney and Moten, the poetic performs this liberation because of the potential of language to move, and their search for the poetic signals their own desire to be moved."

Anisha Sankar, Black Study and Communist Affect

[the-hearth-and-the-wild]

“Mythos, in Greek,” said Borges, “is not a story that is false. It is a story that is more than true. Myth is a tear in the fabric of reality, and immense energies pour through these holy fissures. Our stories, our poems, are rips in this fabric as well, however slight.”

Jorge Luis Borges, quoted by Jay Parini in Borges and Me

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Jenny Holzer. Untitled, 1983

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[how2forgive]

catching up w ask polly this morning

[julesofnature]

“We are showered every day with gifts, but they are not meant for us to keep. Their life is in their movement, the inhale and the exhale of our shared breath. Our work and our joy is to pass along the gift and to trust that what we put into the universe will always come back.”

— page 104,‘Braiding Sweetgrass’ by Robin Wall Kimmerer

[howieabel]

“The less you eat, drink, buy books, go to the theatre or to balls, or to the pub, and the less you think, love, theorize, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you will be able to save and the greater will become your treasure which neither moth nor rust will corrupt—your capital. The less you are, the less you express your life, the more you have, the greater is your alienated life and the greater is the saving of your alienated being.” ― Karl Marx, Economic & Philosophic Manuscripts of 1844