Leptogium brebissonii - a jelly lichen with turgid, translucent lobes; found on mossy trees in damp environments. Its colours remind me of cold, deep sea water on a cloudy day. <3
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Leptogium brebissonii - a jelly lichen with turgid, translucent lobes; found on mossy trees in damp environments. Its colours remind me of cold, deep sea water on a cloudy day. <3
iNaturalist observation 258720579
The sea was calm. I was too. But on the lookout, suspicious. As if this calm couldn’t last. Something is always about to happen.
Clarice Lispector, excerpt from “As Fast As I Can Type” (April 17, 1971), Too Much of Life: The Complete Crônicas (trans. Margaret Jull Costa & Robert Patterson)
favourite word aesthetics: 2/?
dionysiac;
/ˌdʌɪəˈnɪzɪak/
adjective
1. relating to the god dionysus.
2. relating to the sensual, spontaneous, and emotional aspects of human nature.
Jan Davidsz. de Heem, Flower still Life with a Bowl of Fruit and Oysters (1665-1672)
Me: *re-reading my old stories* It's funny that I used this metaphor back then.
Me: *has used that same metaphor in every story*
Me: *once used that same metaphor twice in one story*
Me: I hope no one else notices *sweats*
We are still working on the invention of the full color spectrum. In the meantime, please refer to the sea as "wine-dark".
When I feel I don't love anything I try to get to the ocean. When I think I have a bad molar I try to get to the ocean. When I fail to use the subjunctive I try to get to the ocean. Sometimes I succeed.
Bob Hicok, from 'A prodigal in shitty weather'
“How flat all sounds are at the seaside, flat and yet emphatic, like the sound of gunshots heard at a distance...”
John Banville, The Sea