Singularity

Singular images, writing and music that inspire me, some of which are my own...

[menata]

Perfect Shirt - Anne McGlynn

[menata]

Anne McGlynn

[menata]

Hanan Kazma

[darkmacademia]

‘Anguish’ (1878) / August Friedrich Albrecht Schenk from the National Gallery of Victoria

[malgorzatasajur]

[journalofanobody]

Małgorzata Sajur

[journalofanobody]

“It is easy to go down into Hell…; but to climb back again, to retrace one’s steps to the upper air—there’s the rub…”

 Virgil (via journalofanobody)

[twenty1-grams]

Rain by LuGiais on DeviantArt

[boy-so-pale]

[lnwolffeugene]

Paul Martin

[journalofanobody]

We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”

 Charles Bukowski (via journalofanobody)

[group-eight]

Winter evening on Middle Drove, April 2017

Fred Ingrams

www.fredingrams.com

[suonko]

Bain d'Etoiles by Sophie LéCuyer

[rudhacharya]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

The Moon is, as Paul Éluard would say, exploding with silence.

Clarice Lispector, from The Complete Short Stories; “Soul Storm,” (via nemophilies)

[nameless-dead]

[lifeinpoetry]

Are you there? Are you soaked in dreams still? […] Did I say the light was touching everything?

Robert Hass, from “July Notebook: The Birds,” The Apple Trees at Olema (via weltenwellen)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

What I want is the soul of something buried deep inside me before it became these words.

Richard Jackson, closing lines to section “Abandoned,” Retrievals (C & R Press, 2014)