LEDA

"a prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages"

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Deadheading Day by Lissy Elle Laricchia on Flickr.

[allaboutmary]

An engraving of Mary and Jesus revealing His Sacred Heart. The text in Assyrian and Arabic compares Mary to the burning bush from the Old Testament book Exodus.

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Isn’t that what stories do, make real things fake, and fake things real?

Marie Rutkoski, The Winner’s Curse (via quotes-shape-us)

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Strange how we decorate pain.

Margaret Atwood, from Oh, Morning in the Burned House (1996)

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[kenomas]

free-parking: Kiki Smith - Ribs, 1987, terracotta, ink, and thread

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princess

[apoetreflects]

“Life must be back there. You hid it So no one would find it And now you can’t remember where.”

—John Ashbery, from “Vaucanson,” in April Galleons: Poems (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1987)

[dropboxofcuriosities]

Unicorn, June 1959.

[endless-unfolding]

Friendship with this world, ever more perfect (if not for the salty smell of blood). […] And friendship with yourself —since after all you don’t know who you are.

Adam Zagajewski, “Impossible Friendships,” from Eternal Enemies (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2008)

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[endless-unfolding]

We are the slow smoke that ascends from a nonexistent fire: neither dirt nor water can put us out. The soul is irreducible as doubt.

- Maurya Simon, from “Maya,” Poetry (July 1994)

[allaboutmary]

Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe

An 18th century Mexican painting of Our Lady of Guadalupe and four scenes from the apparition story.

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Leonora Carrington, Sol niger, 1975, oil on canvas

[foxesinbreeches]

Last year I abstained this year I devour without guilt which is also an art

Margaret Atwood, Last Year I Abstained (via foxesinbreeches)

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[fables-of-the-reconstruction-de]

The secret of dreams is that subject and object are the same. The object is self-luminous, fluent in form, multivalent in its meanings. It’s your dream, the manifestation of your will, and yet you are surprised by it … Write down your dreams. They are your myths.

Joseph Campbell (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

[literarymiscellany]

I’m in a foreign country in my own head.

Jane Miller, “Life’s Ironies.” (via literarymiscellany)