taylor m. gianfrancisco

poet, writer, teacher, artist

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I row my beautiful, temporary body through this water-lily world.

~Mary Oliver

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Cucina Del Teatro🍕, Rome, Italy | Hamad Albarjaa

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these dreams are made of this

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Massimiliano Zaffino - Scala piramidale induce i passanti ad effettuare il salto controllato, 2022

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but soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

MEDITATION II

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Guillaume Seignac, 1870-1924

Euterpe, The Muse of Music (alternate title: Beautiful girl with flute in classical landscape), ca.1880, oil on canvas, 110.49x87.63 cm

Private Collection

Además de su formación en el estilo académico, gran parte del trabajo de Seignac mostraba temas y estilos clásicos, por ejemplo, su uso de cortinas diáfanas que cubren el cuerpo de una mujer recuerda al estilo clásico, en particular al escultor Fidias. En 1897, Guillaume Seignac expuso regularmente en el Salón y ganó varios honores, incluida una mención honorífica en 1900 y una medalla de tercera clase en 1903. En la mitología griega, Euterpe era una de las Musas, las hijas de Mnemosyne, engendradas por Zeus. Llamada la “Dadora del deleite”, cuando los poetas posteriores asignaron roles a cada una de las Musas, ella fue la musa de la música. En el Clásico tardío fue nombrada musa de la poesía lírica y representada sosteniendo una flauta. Algunos dicen que inventó el aulos o la flauta doble, aunque la mayoría de los mitógrafos atribuyen a Marsyas su invención. (1stdibs)

[trovadora-de-versos]

What if they printed books with glow in dark ink so that you could stay up past your bedtime reading while the subtle glow of the text illuminates your face in a dreamy sort of way.

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Flowering plum bough by Mitsuura Seigetsu 密裏霽月. Japanese.

Painting. Ink and colours.

© The Trustees of the British Museum.

Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license.

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seen at @maison_flaneur on instagram

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the folk of the air series by holly black ⤷jude duarte

“If I cannot be better than them, I will become so much worse.”

[soytayleur]

I will always promote beautiful books. <3 

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Strolling aimlessly in a bookshop is self care.

[soytayleur]

a rose by any other name would sound just as sweet. 

MEDITATION I

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UPDATE: YEAR MMXXII, DAY XCVIII

In the living room, they are playing a movie at the loudest decibel. I could simply close my door and pretend that I don’t hear airplanes in my house. But to be filled with silence is such a depressing thought to me right now. I would rather welcome all sorts of songs, small & fast, loud & little, rather than sit in complete silence aka emptiness. 

The month of April is well...an apricot. One sweet bite and spring festoons herself into my teeth like I am more than human and not at the same time. At the beginning of the month, I was exhausted. Sleeplessly moving from day to day. I was overworking myself. Stressed to the nth degree. 

But then yesterday, I listened to my inner voice--and she was telling me to take the day off work. I felt bad for calling in sick. But I wasn’t lying when I said I was sick. I had a stress headache; I also had stress dreams. All of yesterday, I did nothing but binge-watch Gilmore Girls while organizing my computer. Daydreaming of what it would be like to finally receive my new Mac laptop. 

I went back to work today... with donuts and coffee. Coffee for myself, donuts for my students. I worked until the last school bell rang, unusual but not as soul-sucking as I had thought. Perhaps it helped that the night before, I had dreamed about working full-time with a certain grade. Perhaps it was the dream that planted this seed of feeling satiated with purpose. 

I have eaten the apricot loom and am excited for the weekend. I have decided to spend my weekends on my creative projects such as my songs and paintings; I have also decided to change my thesis mid-semester and I am more excited for this new direction because it has a more narrow focus. It isn’t spastic and full of nervous energy now. 

It is carrying on later than I had anticipated though. My sweet bite of new things and even newer love are letting me bask later in the evening, perhaps even moving me closer to midnight. Oh, how I want to taste midnight: the imperial dark cloak she is. In the lightness of my room, it is an opposition or a window of contrast. A punk dressed in corporate clothes. A wild child with the latest technology and fashion sense. 

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If You Ever See The Light

I’ve never ice skated before, which is a bit of a disappointment  because my world is full of frigid  & locked water. Hidden underneath a reckless, flowerfield  you can’t touch without faultless  dying. I must admit unknown carnations can lead a man  to break a heart. (abominations.)  But if you see the light— keep swimming. It’s been two months  of an abrupt interruption, dimming  of five years. But the static kills and when the flashbulbs burst tonight  & i can’t see a thing  yr the most beautiful n blinding white lite. Hide in the shadows, where i can see yr soul  the fields around us mere whispers  they grow, they grow, they grow.

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want to take a nap in a girl’s coat pocket

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