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Cosimo Galluzzi
styofa doing anything
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Kaledo Art
todays bird

if i look back, i am lost

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Kiana Khansmith
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Peter Solarz
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Origami Around
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Whimsical guitars
has anybody heard of writing / knows anything about how to do it
Sex is when im in your head and youre in mine
New painting - ‘howl’ acrylic on canvas
also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.
I can't describe how much I love this poem. I want to hug it.
Telemachus’ Detachment by Louise Glück
sometimes a theme recurs in your work without your permission. and sometimes it reaches a threshold where you're like. well now i think this is saying something about me against my will. don't know what though
This one resonated with me
Quick sketch of some characters from my novel in progress, The Lonely Valley, set in a fictional small town in New Mexico. Ramona, on the left, is the self appointed caretaker of a pack of supernatural wild dogs and Inez, on the right, is her ride-or-die best friend.
CW: Skin-picking / dermatillomania, body horror, scratching, self-harm, mentioned animal death
They say that the best way to deal with acne is to leave it alone. Picking is viable to irritate your skin and leave permanent damage. The best practice is to let it heal naturally, so that scars don’t form.
this is a 100% true story about what it's like to have atopic dermatitis. the events recounted all happened to me in this exact order. reblog to be aware. if you or a loved one has atopic dermatitis, you may be entitled to financial compensation. #AtopicDermatitis #Skin
When I was in college, my Creative Nonfiction professor would regularly have us do something she called "hotspotting" (she didn't know that this was already a term tbc) with our rough drafts. Basically, hotspotting is when you look at your draft and pick out your favorite sentence, or one of your favorite sentences--one that you're really proud of--and write it down in a blank sheet in a notebook. Not a new document, a physical notebook. (You are not allowed to use technology for hotspotting.) And then you set a timer for however long--like maybe ten to twenty minutes--and you elaborate. You treat that one sentence as if it's the opening sentence to a new draft, and you write from there, until the timer is up.
It sounds like a gimmick, but honestly, some of my best writing in that class came from hotspotting. Usually, the sentence you consider the "best" is the one that really gets to the heart of something you're trying to convey. In a rough draft, it tends to be that you're fumbling around a bit before you really hit on the heart of things. So with hotspotting, you're starting from a less fumbly place, which means you're able to dig into your subject in a much deeper and more precise way. It makes you feel like a surgeon, a little bit.
So I do recommend trying it, even just for fun, even if you think the rough draft you have is already good. You might surprise yourself with what you come up with! :)
The Writer's Technique in Thirteen Theses by Walter Benjamin (as appears in his 1928 treatise One-Way Street, in a section titled "Post No Bills")
I've had trouble tracking down the original photographers, but these mostly appear to be pictures of the blast furnaces in Belgium (called things like Haut-Fourneau 4/6/B etc.); here are some other pictures of HFB, of HF4 Charlenoi, and some of HF6 Seraing, by other urban explorers. the first picture is probably cables for an arc furnace, I saw one Instagram post claim it was in Canada but it didn't seem to be the original.
an editor's job is to keep you humble
never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱
the reviews are in... glad everyone's enjoying song of the worm
[id: tumblr tags reading 'dude This Fucking Rules', 'holy fucking shit! that was legit so cool?', 'holy shit that is fucking metal', 'oh this fucks severely', 'yeah no this fucking SLAPS', 'yo this RULES']
can confirm this does fucking slap.
oh yeah that fucking slaps
Song of the Worm
Cook, Eliza (1818 - 1889)