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One Nice Bug Per Day

Origami Around

Kaledo Art
$LAYYYTER
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Mike Driver
styofa doing anything
art blog(derogatory)
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
trying on a metaphor
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
cherry valley forever
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Matin Munkacsi: Boy blowing Bubble (1940s)
Robert Mapplethrope, 1984
Eugeniusz Zak (Polish, 1884-1926), The Shepherd, 1910/11. Oil on canvas, 116.8 x 81.8 cm.
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Hitoshi Tsukiji 築地仁
Boots and Bat, Photo by Steve Perille
Marcel
N.U.D.E (em Piracicaba, Brazil)
Kurt Markus: Wrangler, Wyoming (1993)
Mercury, Augustin Pajou, Musée du Louvre, Paris
I have a bird in my head and a pig in my stomach And a flower in my genitals and a tiger in my genitals And a lion in my genitals and I am after you but I have a song in my heart And my song is a dove I have a man in my hands I have a woman in my shoes I have a landmark decision in my reason I have a death rattle in my nose I have summer in my brain water I have dreams in my toes This is the matter with me and the hammer of my mother and father Who created me with everything But I lack calm I lack rose Though I do not lack extreme delicacy of rose petal Who is it that I wish to astonish? In the birdcall I found a reminder of you But it was thin and brittle and gone in an instant Has nature set out to be a great entertainer? Obviously not A great reproducer? a great Nothing? Well I will leave that up to you I have a knocking woodpecker in my heart and I think I have three souls One for love one for poetry and one for acting out my insane self Not insane but boring but perpendicular but untrue but true The three rarely sing together take my hand it’s active The active ingredient in it is a touch I am Lord Byron I am Percy Shelley I am Ariosto I eat the bacon I went down the slide I have a thunderstorm in my inside I will never hate you But how can this maelstrom be appealing? do you like menageries? my god Most people want a man! So here I am I have a pheasant in my reminders I have a goshawk in my clouds Whatever is it which has led all these animals to you? A resurrection? or maybe an insurrection? an inspiration? I have a baby in my landscape and I have a wild rat in my secrets from you.
Alive for an Instant, Kenneth Koch, 1972 (via nyctaeus)