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amare-habeo:

Emil Nolde (German, 1867 - 1956)
Dancing Couple (Tanzendes Paar), N/D

amare-habeo:

Emil Nolde (German, 1867 - 1956)

Dancing Couple (Tanzendes Paar), N/D

Anonymous
asks:
another word for centered

tonights are broken glass
and in the honest hours how you howl
at the moon in shards and justifiably
dip your legs skinny and sincere
into a star mirrored sea
named My Open Mouth

tonights my stomach full as
the fix is in, from fifty lashes,
ten hail mary’s, to a singular
"I am going to one day die,"
this body’s weight is sacraficial

tonights towards nothing else
massacre of should’ve known betters
as ceaseless love falls into itself
when that wouldn’t stop you

purest drivel, of impeccable quality
bildwerk:

Aaron Bobrow
Untitled, 2011
tarpaulin on wooden stretcher
134.8 x 81.5 cm

bildwerk:

Aaron Bobrow

Untitled, 2011

tarpaulin on wooden stretcher

134.8 x 81.5 cm

Anonymous
asks:
another for coal miner

and perfect fits for half-hyperboles. wedged
and that beneath in swollen glands in how
we told our history. might as well have stabbed
me at the airport terminal. who am i to die
anyways. didn’t you know i didn’t know you
well enough to know myself in. this way.
how is it always falling out of mouths. hell of
an arm you have on ya, hell of a lot of things
when habit happens get talkative or speak
of these bleeding machines on empty stomachs
always hungering never unbuckling the belt.
switch notches, never sanctified a fly, never
prayed to the proper god, who’s name is
always escaping on the wispy breaths of
they-say-they’re believers. and sure enough.
but i can’t add it up anymore, can’t tell
if this is leading up to something. maybe
for you there is a white picket heavenly ordeal
i’ve seen you brighter than the sun and
cried when I didn’t want to be a bad person
saying that, when now it feels no different
than basement dwelling nights bleaching
skin and plier teeth, how does it feel to know
that you got what you deserved. what is the
difference between confession and apology
if it comes out in these poorly-ordered words.
what i wanted to say is, i’m still waiting on that
one-day-when i can forgive like you can but
not like before. now everything old is new again.

Seeking what is true is not seeking what is desirable.
Albert Camus (via corrumpo)

Illustration from ‘An ABZ of Love,’ Kurt Vonnegut’s favorite vintage Danish guide to sexuality. (x)

Illustration from ‘An ABZ of Love,’ Kurt Vonnegut’s favorite vintage Danish guide to sexuality. (x)

coalblack:

Jacob van Loon
Landscape Resets 5-9

Racism is an insidious cultural disease. It is so insidious that it doesn’t care if you are a white person who likes black people; it’s still going to find a way to infect how you deal with people who don’t look like you. Yes, racism looks like hate, but hate is just one manifestation. Privilege is another. Access is another. Ignorance is another. Apathy is another. And so on. So while I agree with people who say no one is born racist, it remains a powerful system that we’re immediately born into. It’s like being born into air: you take it in as soon as you breathe. It’s not a cold that you can get over. There is no anti-racist certification class. It’s a set of socioeconomic traps and cultural values that are fired up every time we interact with the world. It is a thing you have to keep scooping out of the boat of your life to keep from drowning in it. I know it’s hard work, but it’s the price you pay for owning everything.
If painting aims to make every organ function as an eye, if it aims to make the very entrails see, and if music makes every organ and pore of the body function as an ear attuned to rhythm and melody, if, as Deleuze suggests, painting ever more deeply materializes the body while music spiritualizes it, this is because, through the various arts, the body is, for a moment at least, directly touched by the forces of chaos from which it so carefully shields itself in habit, cliché, and doxa, those movements of containment that render only predictable and preproduced sensations, not sensations that announce the future.
Elizabeth Grosz, “Chaos, Cosmos, Territory, Architecture in Chaos, Territory, Art.  (via groansofcreation)
"Chick-a-dee-dee-dee,"went a chickadee.
Kurt Vonnegut. Long Walk to Forever.
But here’s the kicker– and why we really need to have this family meeting: you’re not actually helping. In fact, if your goal is to help introduce people to Jesus, you’re actually achieving the opposite of your stated goal. Not only that, but you’re actively harming the efforts of those of us who are purposeful and attempt to use extreme care with how we communicate the message of Jesus.
stoicmike:

The nakedest truth is you, naked, in front of your mirror. — Michael Lipsey

stoicmike:

The nakedest truth is you, naked, in front of your mirror. — Michael Lipsey