Imagination Stimulation

An archive of inspiration. Works of art, literature, poetry, photography, quotes, etc. Let's connect! 

[archbudzar]

it was you.

[funeral]

Elsa la rose (1966) dir. Agnès Varda

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Adam Lister, “Flowers in a Glass Vase” Watercolour on paper, Size: 40 x 50cm

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Antony Gormley (British, b.1950), Feeling Material IV, 2003

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Mary Blair was an American artist who worked with Walt Disney during the 1940s and 1950s. She created bold, colorful concept art that inspired the visual style of films like Cinderella, Alice in Wonderland, and Peter Pan. Her work was full of bright, unexpected color combinations that made Disney’s worlds feel enchanting and unique.

Mary Blair’s work was ahead of its time. She was one of the few female artists in animation during her era, and her creativity broke boundaries. Even today, her unique style continues to inspire illustrators, designers, and artists everywhere.

Mary Blair's 'Alice in Wonderland' illustrations:

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'The Visit At Moonlight' by Edmund Thomas, 1832

[primulaceas]

what are ur fave poems of all-time?

hi 💌 here are some:

“Hanging Fire” by Audre Lorde

“Tired” by Langston Hughes

“Having a Coke with You” by Frank O'Hara

“I felt a Funeral, in my Brain” by Emily Dickinson

“When the Pawn…” by Fiona Apple

“Love After Love” by Derek Walcott

“Mayakovsky” by Frank O'Hara

“i like my body when it is with your” by E. E. Cummings

“New Year's Eve Prayer” by Jeff Buckley

“Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver

“In this short Life that only lasts an hour” by Emily Dickinson

“Tulips” by Sylvia Plath

“We Have Not Long to Love” by Tennessee Williams

“A great Hope fell” by Emily Dickinson

“Poem” by Langston Hughes

“Baudelaire” by Delmore Schwartz

“Sometimes I Pretend” by Naomi Shihab Nye

“Yellow” by Anne Sexton

“What Was Once the Largest Shopping Center in Northern Ohio Was Built Where There Had Been a Pond I Used to Visit Every Summer Afternoon” by Mary Oliver

“Lady Lazarus” by Sylvia Plath

“Sapphics” by William Faulkner

“Summer Morning” by Mary Oliver

“You Are Tired (I Think)” by E. E. Cummings

“Sifter” by Naomi Shihab Nye

“Emergency Management” by Camille Rankine

“Thanksgiving 2006” by Ocean Vuong

“Litany” by Langston Hughes

“Suicide in the Trenches” by Siegfried Sassoon

“Richard Cory” by Edwin Arlington Robinson

“I heard a Fly buzz - when I died” by Emily Dickinson

“Warning” by Jenny Joseph

“[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]” by E. E. Cummings

“Love Sorrow” by Mary Oliver

“My Heart” by Frank O'Hara

“Conversations About Home (at the Deportation Centre)” by Warsan Shire

“Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out” by Richard Siken

“Limited but Fertile Possibilities Are Offered by This Brochure” by Marge Piercy

“The Thing Is” by Ellen Bass

“Mad Girl's Love Song” by  Sylvia Plath

“The Century’s Decline” by Wislawa Szymborska

“A Primer For The Small Weird Loves” by Richard Siken

“Unpainted Door” by Louise Glück

“Spring Torrents” by Sara Teasdale

“Spring has come back again” by Rainer Maria Rilke

“Homesickness” by Marina Tsvetaeva

“Don't Hesitate” by Mary Oliver

“There's a certain Slant of light” by Emily Dickinson

“Poem for Haruko” by June Jordan

“Rain” by Roberto Bolaño

“To Be Human Is to Sing Your Own Song” by Mary Oliver

“Toward a City That Sings” by June Jordan

“Edward the Confessor” by Eileen Myles

“Song of Myself” by Walt Whitman

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Rooms for Reading . Frank Halmans

Even more rooms for reading 01 02 04 05 . 2014

Rooms for reading 01 . 2019

Ten Rooms for Reading 00 03 06 07 . 2016

www.frankhalmans.nl

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by René Margritte (1953)

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Close Encounters

(c) gifs by riverwindphotography, July 2025

[anthropoetics]

readings: essays, articles & short stories pt. 3

fossil folklore

pleistocene park

ghost in the cloud

an elephant crackup?

ingredients from brilliance

animals taught us culture

what's the deal with ai art?

bourdain, my camera, and me

deep intellect — inside the mind of an octopus

missing wood — exploring familial connections through food

the animals are talking. what does it mean?

our crisis is not loneliness but human beings becoming invisible

what did people believed about animals in the middle ages?

speak, memory

dreaming with water — on not looking away

taking animals into acount — the critical role of wild animals in shaping wetland ecosystems and the services they provide

splitting hairs — chinese immigrants, the queue, and the boundaries of political citizenship

fossilia and fossils: considerations on their understanding over the centuries

cannibal mordernity: oswald de andrade's manifesto antropófago (1928)

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You are 600% hotter than the sun | by Jane Muschenetz

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Clouds in frames. Love it.

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When Joseph Beuys Locked Himself in a Room with a Live Coyote

One day in 1974, Joseph Beuys arrived in New York, where he was bundled in felt and delivered to a SoHo gallery. There, awaiting the artist,

According to an essay by the author and art critic David Levi Strauss, Beuys sought to confront in American society “the schism between native intelligence and European mechanistic, materialistic, and positivistic values.”

And in some Native American lores and beliefs, the powerful coyote represents both the possibility of transformation and the archetypal trickster. In certain creation myths, the coyote takes on a Promethean role, teaching humans how to survive. As Levi Strauss also noted, the author of a 1983 book on coyotes compared their resilience to the resistance of the Vietnamese soldier—an equivalence that Beuys would have appreciated.

Despite the coyote being represented as an aggressive predator (and, amazingly, as an intruder) by European settlers and their descendents, who sought to eliminate it, to Beuys, it was America’s spirit animal.

“You could say that a reckoning has to be made with the coyote, and only then can this trauma be lifted,” he said of his performance. For those three days, he attempted to make eye contact with the coyote while regularly performing symbolic gestures, such as tossing his leather gloves to it or gesticulating wildly at it with his hands and walking stick. Occasionally, he would assume the guise of a shepherd, cloaked in his felt with a hooked walking stick protruding from it.

Documentation of the action suggests that the coyote’s behavior was alternately curious and rather nonplussed, oscillating at various times between hostile and docile. But Beuys was unperturbed. Whether the coyote stripped his felt from him with its powerful jaws or allowed him a brief embrace, the artist persisted in his attempts to connect with the creature right up until the final hours of the performance—when he was bundled up again and delivered back to the airport to return to Europe.

The lesson from Beuys’s strange performance? That American society could only begin to cure its social ills through direct communication and understanding among its own varied populations. His homage to an ancient American animal deity underscored exactly how young the country was, and that difficult dialogues were of utmost importance if it was to heal its rifts.

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Sky Ladder by Cai Guo-Qiang. The Sky Ladder was unveiled in 2016 over Quanzhou, China. It burned for 2 minutes and 30 seconds. It was the artist’s fourth and final attempt, as previous attempts had met only varying degrees of success. The artist says he had dreamt of a fire ladder 21 years prior and was very excited to see it come to life.

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Rita Payés, Toni Vaquer - Se Transformará

Cuando llegue a lo más hondo De la tierra gritaré No se quemarán mis manos Ni mi cuerpo en cenizas se transformará

Cuando llegue a lo más alto De los cielos gritaré No me quedaré sin aire Y mis brazos en alas de cristal se transformarán

¿Quién fuera querer Capaz de volver el miedo en flor, frío en calor?

Cuando el río ya no suene Y la esperanza ya no esté Lloverán más de mil años Y las almas en gotitas de plata se transformarán

Cuando un ángel de la guarda Te acaricia una vez Esa vez vale por toda esa pena Que el tiempo en nube blanca la transformará

¿Quién fuera querer Capaz de volver el miedo en flor, frío en calor?

Cuando llegue a lo más hondo De la tierra gritaré No se quemarán mis manos Ni mi cuerpo en cenizas se transformará

Cuando llegue a lo más alto De los cielos gritaré No me quedaré sin aire Y mis brazos en alas de cristal se transformarán

Oh-oh-oh-oh En nube blanca Nube blanca Uh

¿Quién fuera querer Capaz de volver el miedo en flor, frío en calor? Y ese es el amor

ENGLISH TRANSLATION:

When I reach the depths I will scream from the earth My hands will not burn Nor will my body turn to ashes

When I reach the highest I will scream from the heavens I will not run out of air And my arms will turn into crystal wings

Who would be able to love Capable of turning fear into a flower, cold into warmth?

When the river no longer sounds And hope is no longer there More than a thousand years will rain And souls will turn into silver droplets

When a guardian angel Caresses you once That once is worth all that pain That time will transform into a white cloud

Who would be able to love Capable of turning fear into a flower, cold into warmth?

When I reach the depths I will scream from the earth My hands will not burn Nor will my body turn to ashes

When I reach the highest I will scream from the heavens I will not run out of air And my arms will turn into crystal wings

Oh-oh-oh-oh Into a white cloud White cloud Uh

Who would love Capable of turning fear into flower, cold into warmth? And that is love