super-dunce-jill

[mothermishy]

Sculptures by Angel Oloshove.

[melikebayramillustration]

Sohla kicks ass. 

[super-dunce-jill]

An app called Cyrano that texts cool, quippy anecdotes and bits of trivia to share on first dates. How many millions could I make from this, do you think?  I’m going to say maybe 1 million because this idea exists already. 

Back to the drawing board.

[artist-denis]

Bretons, 1890, Maurice Denis

Medium: oil,canvas

[arthistoryfeed]

Roman Carnelian Moon and Stars Ring, 100-300 AD. https://www.instagram.com/p/B4wMxtcFLGA/?igshid=zdzv7gtwtd8x

[david-burliuk]

A Dying Swan, 1950, David Burliuk

Medium: ink,paper

[hakobore]

Inktober 2019 01. Ring

Ignoring days and order like a champ

[hakobore]

Inktober 2019 01. Ring

Ignoring days and order like a champ

[super-dunce-jill]

I'm sure I've said it some myself--

that energy can never die. I'm not sure I

knew what I meant; but confident would parrot it. There's a certain spiritualism in vagueness. 

I was vague, true--

it's hard to pin finer feelings down. Easier to let them float

around at times in head. A softer kind of rattle,

like magic-8-ball-spin.

So brushing off the urgency 

of it, I sat in retrospect

and wondered if the energies of spirits sank and rose again.

And what of two

twin souls whose spark

was forced to quit

quite quick in time? A crime, 

it seemed, injustice thick

with laughter and coincidence. 

What, then, became the energy--the friendly fire threading through

the lives and eyes of both these minds; did it transport or just transmute?

[super-dunce-jill]

Like dream of dreamt. First came and went. 

Unspooling mind felt self concrete. 

A hint of want. Then out, then back. 

Quick looked to left then rattled out--

I'm done; I'm spent (!) -- Year's missed the most. 

Waste-speckled time flies out past glance.   

     (mirth-jolted time, laugh-lingered time, muse-mustered time, sigh-dotted time, snap-crackled time, beholden time, time after time, we took our time)  

And prime--and life--!

Spark's drained without.

Some thread of doubt--in mind, or heart.

The plane just then passed overhead (where else would it pass?)--

loud and certain of its land.

My heart sped a bit--bumped self against chest--

all in all, we were fine.

Planes rarely crash.

[indolentefl]

Sometimes I wake up in the morning To red, blue, and yellow skies It’s so crazy I could drink it like tequila sunrise Put on that Hotel California Dance around like I’m insane I feel free when I see no one And nobody knows my name God knows I live God knows I died God knows I begged Begged, borrowed and cried God knows I loved God knows I lied God knows I lost God gave me life And God knows I tried God knows I tried God knows I tried God knows I tried Sometimes I wake up in the morning To red, blue and yellow lights On Monday they destroyed me But by Friday I’m revived Put on that hotel California Wear my blinders in the rain I’ve got nothing much to live for Ever since I found my fame God knows I live God knows I died God knows I loved God know I lied God knows I begged Begged, borrowed and cried God knows I lost God gave me life God knows I tried God knows I tried God knows I tried God knows I tried So let there be light Let there be light Light up my life Light up my life Let there be light Let there be light Light up my life Light up my life God knows I tried God knows I tried God knows I tried God knows I tried God knows I tried God knows I tried God knows I tried God knows I tried

[super-dunce-jill]

What sounds were most exciting to you as a child? Do you have any memories associated with music? Were your parents musical? Was there much made of religion? Do you believe in fate? Do you think you're meant to do what you're doing? If you could live a parallel life who would you be? What does your sneeze sound like? Do you enjoy the home theater experience or public? Do you find yourself watching or listening more when you experience a movie? How comfortable are you with stand-up comedy?

[david-burliuk]

Duckling, 1907, David Burliuk

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

“-It’s always seemed to me that she was sort of lonely and unhappy. -Well, I guess most people are.”

The Seventh Victim (Mark Robson, 1943)

[ancientpeoples]

Janiform Herm with Young Male and Female Fauns

Bronze

Roman, 1st century BC - 1st century AD

The term ‘janiform’ derives from the Roman divinity Janus, the god of doors and openings, who is usually depicted with two faces back to back. Here, the smiling faces are diminutive forms of the rustic god Pan, one male (Paniskos), one female (Paniske). The Paniskos head has two goat-horns in his hair and wears a goat-skin. The hooves are visible at his shoulders. The long-haired Paniske wears a wreath of ivy and berries. The eyes of both faces would probably have been inlaid with precious stones and silver, traces of which remain.

Source: Los Angeles County Museum of Art

[malc0lmfreberg]

queens of survivor → stephenie lagrossa

[super-dunce-jill]

When your god insists he exists in your head

When your god insists he exists in your head But elsewhere, dead. He promises this. Twice in a night, then silence sets in. Assurance in bouts: hints to trust in his plan. Go on, go 'head. You’re flush with grace.  What child-mind assigned this task? Confess, give in. You feel it, thick.  Then slight sound--crisp,  like a laugh caught in tin. Try keeping it in. 

Human subsistence takes sin, some skin-- a breath, and myth. /// A churchbell ring hit parking lot-- And congregation neatly stood And I--and mine--still looking out: all done with church but not with god.