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Types of Butches, as shown through the Muppets

#the muppets

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cross stitch, words from Jenny Holzer's Livings, 1980-1982

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The Oak Tree at the Entrance to Blackwater Pond

by Mary Oliver

Every day on my way to the pond I pass the lightning-felled, chesty, hundred-fingered, black oak which, summers ago, swam forward when the storm

laid one lean yellow wand against it, smoking it open to its rosy heart. It dropped down in a veil of rain, in a cloud of sap and fire, and became what it has been ever since– a black boat floating in the tossing leaves of summer,

like the coffin of Osiris descending upon the cloudy Nile. But, listen, I’m tired of that brazen promise: death and resurrection. I’m tired of hearing how the nitrogen will return to the earth again, through the hinterland of patience–

how the mushrooms and the yeasts will arrive in the wind– how they’ll anchor the pearls of their bodies and begin to gnaw through the darkness, like wolves at bones–

what I loved, I mean, was that tree– tree of the moment–tree of my own sad, mortal heart– and I don’t want to sing anymore of the way

Osiris came home at last, on a clean and powerful ship, over the dangerous sea, as a tall and beautiful stranger.