demiurge

knee-deep in the poacher's dream

[foxbirdy]

good morning dirtbag nation last night I cowboy camped up on a ridgeline tucked beneath hemlock saplings right alongside one of those big intermountain power lines that look like giant men walking across the mountain tops. the wires were so close that there was a constant crackling hum of electricity that almost disguised the sound of the rain pit-pattering on my tarp. when the water hit the cables it made hot blue flashes like little lightning birds on the wire, and you could almost track the sheets of wind in the darkness because of the ripples of light.

[foxbirdy]

Views this morning. Surveyor's Ridge, OR. 06/15/2024.

[babelico]

[sweatermuppet]

this is reposted & uncredited. this belongs to @/sleepycorvid on instagram

[stsebastiens]

finding out there's a frankenstein ballet and that it was in october of last year…DEVASTATING

look at this. look at these. im foaming at the mouth

[kaijutegu]

It was stupid good. So good in fact that the bbc filmed a version and put it on dvd when it debuted. I bought that dvd after I saw the show and put it up on the Internet Archive. The audio is not great but the dancing is spectacular. Ever see a pas de deux around an anatomical dissection? You will.

[lesbiskammerat]

Sorry but if god was a real thing and we asked him "why did you allow this?" and he responded "why did you allow this?" I would kill him. You're the omniscient omnipotent one man. Next time you open up your divine mailbox to receive your followers' sacrifices expect a holy hand grenade in the mix

[apocryphics]

tracy brimhall, riddle at 29,000 feet.

[boykeats]

[ID: poem text reading,

"You said marriage must sacrifice itself on the altar of family, but this week I read about a man who

climbed back up Everest to find his missing wife. I wash moonlight from your forehead and the Sphinx

in your chest asks again:What comes down but never goes up? You never did learn how to waltz. The site

called Rainbow Valley earned its name from the bright coats of all the climbers who never made it back

to base camp. The husband who went after his wife is red is orange is blushing in the valley. Love is such

an unreliable savior. What’s so delicate that saying its name breaks it? The wife lived for two days in the cold. Saving her

was too risky, climbers said. Snow collected in her mouth. The mountain whitened its history. She is blue is green

is singing when wind rides through her sockets. Who knows if they had children. That’s not the story. Ever, ever,

our happiness common, endurable. I ask what crazy thing you’d do for me. Answer, the rain. Answer, silence."

/end ID]

[winedark]

Maria Callas and Pier Paolo Pasolini, July 1969 in Nevshir, Turkey.

[letterful]

Yet Eve is not only Mary’s opposite but also her mirror image—reversed and yet identical. […] Both Eve and Mary were propositioned, even seduced (as certain Rabbinic and Christian texts claimed)—Eve by the serpent and Mary by Gabriel. “Eve,” Tertullian wrote, “believed the serpent; Mary believed Gabriel.” Both suitors claimed to be angelic messengers—and neither lied, though one of those two angels had fallen from God’s grace. Both Eve and Mary, according to the tradition represented in the Salzburg Missal, were impregnated by their supernatural encounters: Eve by Death and Mary by Life. And both Eve and Mary were promised deification. The serpent promised Eve that she would become like a god, while Gabriel promised Mary that she would become the Theotokos, the God Bearer.

— EMMA MAGGIE SOLBERG, from Virgin Whore.

[tierblutige-deactivated20240314]

new reblog game: what are the worst books you've ever read?

[smalltownghosts]

Where time stops and takes a breather March 2016

[ursulaleguin]

The Haunting of Hill House (1959) / Lake Mungo (2008)

[templeofapelles]

Sir Edwin Henry Landseer, Deer and Deer Hounds in a Mountain Torrent (detail), 1832

[kvothes]

pornography by richard siken, in the diagram

[hungryfictions]

Maureen Medved, The Tracey Fragments

[monochromegee]

charthur

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I’m still here.

You’re still here.

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[explore-blog]

“Ernest Hemingway would have died rather than have syntax. Or semicolons. I use a whole lot of half-assed semicolons; there was one of them just now; that was a semicolon after “semicolons,” and another one after “now.” And another thing. Ernest Hemingway would have died rather than get old. And he did. He shot himself. A short sentence. Anything rather than a long sentence, a life sentence. Death sentences are short and very, very manly. Life sentences aren’t. They go on and on, all full of syntax and qualifying clauses and confusing references and getting old. And that brings up the real proof of what a mess I have made of being a man.”

—

Ursula K. Le Guin on being a man – the finest, sharpest thing I’ve read in ages 

[ducissatenebrarum]

Eugène Trigoulet, The Precursor