a poem of sorts

haze, 24 “ walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again…” franz wright Original posts found on #my writing

[soleilinfini]

mary oliver, staying alive

[laneaches]

From my journal … I’m in the boredom phase right now

[revmeg]

“…the more one talks over one’s inward experience and compares it with that of others, the more one cheapens it. It is the most sacred and delicate of possessions and will not bear treatment of that kind….Each spiritual life is unique and its personal quality should be above all things respected.”

— from Evelyn Underhill in a letter dated Dec. 1, 1909, in The Letters of Evelyn Underhill compiled by Charles Williams, p. 107

[brokenimageswherethesunbeats]

A capitalist society requires a culture based on images. It needs to furnish vast amounts of entertainment in order to stimulate buying and anesthetize the injuries of class, race, and sex. And it needs to gather unlimited amounts of information, the better to exploit natural resources, increase productivity, keep order, make war, give jobs to bureaucrats. The camera’s twin capacities, to subjectivize reality and to objectify it, ideally serve these needs and strengthen them. Cameras define reality in the two ways essential to the workings of an advanced industrial society: as a spectacle (for masses) and as an object of surveillance (for rulers). The production of images also furnishes a ruling ideology. Social change is replaced by a change in images. The freedom to consume a plurality of images and goods is equated with freedom itself. The narrowing of free political choice to free economic consumptions requires the unlimited production and consumption of images. - Susan Sontag, On Photography

[circusbutch]

Desire (2025)

22.5 x 31.5 in

Ceramic, soda fired earthenware

[fialovart]

ginkgo weewil

[grendel-menz]

mwah mwah (i love you in the future)

[thirdity]

“All I know: I could only encounter you, my oasis, coming out of a desert. Deserted myself. This is all right. My futureless and solitary self. When suddenly I hear the voice of the springs — Right away you made me want to sing. To cry. Then to drink. But after the desert, the merest trickle of water sounds like a storm.”

— Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea

[queerdnp]

yes yes dan and phil are free and so are we but more importantly. so is pj

[wonderlartcafe]

Attributed to Tawaraya Sōtatsu (act. 1600-1640),

Calligrapher Hon'ami Kōetsu (Japanese, 1558 - 1637):

— Flying Cranes and Poetry.

Edo Period. Japanese Poem sheet (shikishi) mounted as a hanging scroll, ink and gold on paper. Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art.

[makingqueerhistory]

“The clearest metaphor I had for my own gender identity in college was the image of a scale. A huge weight had been placed on one side, without my permission. I was constantly trying to weigh down the other side. But the end goal wasn't masculinity - the goal was b a l a n c e.” ― Maia Kobabe, Gender Queer: A Memoir (Affiliate link)

[s-ol4psismmmmmmmm]

sevdaliza !!

[havingapoemwithyou]

bad new government by Emily Berry

[garlandedspirits]

The Crouching Venus (Lely version) - Doidalses of Bithynia, third century BC //  Combing Her Hair -  Torii Kotondo, 1929

[unconventiononthelawofthesea]

basically you should read Judith butler and probably also foucault before you start having any sex imo

[h-isforhome]

they don't tell you this but if ur really lonely for a long time, a hole starts forming in ur heart and the longer u feel lonely the bigger the hole gets and it doesn't matter if u feel less lonely when ur older bc the hole stays forever and ur life just grows around it. But the hole is always there.

[moonskek-deactivated20251028]

Photographed by thetogfather

Model- zdaaank