"A poem is a naked person. Some people say I am a poet."
--Bob Dylan

Occasional bouts of misanthropy, but if you wear that velvet dress...


Foolish girl
However I think not

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06:52 subtleelevation:

Karen Gillan


Karen Gillan

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06:52"We rehearse for the big death through the little death of orgasm, through erotic living. Death as transfiguration."

Peter Redgrove, Lidia Vianu, Interview With Peter Redgrove

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06:52"A savage desire for strong emotions and sensations burns inside me: a rage against this soft-tinted, shallow, standardized and sterilized life, and a mad craving to smash something up, a department store, say, or a cathedral, or myself."

Hermann Hesse (via carpethedamndiem)

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Do you have the patience to wait till your mud settles and the water is clear? Can you remain unmoving till the right action arises by itself?

The Master doesn’t seek fulfillment. Not seeking, not expecting, she is present, and can welcome all things.


Lao Tzu

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What is there for you in the birds, the birds, the birds,
crying down in the north wind in September—acres
of birds spotting the air going south?

Is there something finished? And some new beginning
on the way?


Carl Sandburg, from section “Falltime” in “Redhaw Winds,” Poetry (October 1918)

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06:52"The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance."


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06:52"Say what you like about me. Tempter I may be, tormentor, liar, accuser, blasphemer and all-round bad egg, but no one else gets the credit for the discovery of angelic freedom. That, my fleshy friends, was Lucifer. (Ironic of course that after the Fall they stopped referring to me as Lucifer, the Bearer of Light and started referring to me as Satan, the Adversary. Ironic that they stripped me of my angelic name at the very moment I began to be worthy of it.)"

I, Lucifer, Glen Duncan  (via jonwildling)

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The sun setting and making us all faceless. Sam walking on water.



Cocoon, Part II

Part I here.