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Harold Feinstein. Reading Poetry. Paris, 1988.
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From the Wikipedia page about the Fermi Paradox: Given the high scientific probability for alien existence, why can we find no evidence of their existence whatsoever?
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“We inhabit a culture that privileges novelty and growth over the cyclical and regenerative. Our very idea of productivity is premised on the idea of producing something new, whereas we do not tend to see maintenance and care as productive in the same way.”
— Jenny Odell, How to Do Nothing: Resisting the Attention Economy (via exhaled-spirals)
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Flair gun, Gundula Blumi (because)
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1984, Beirut - Lebanon by Peter Charlesworth
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fleaurali · 3 years
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good fucking lord i would just like to spend so long walking around a museum that my feet hurt by the end of the day. maybe pop into the gift shop. grab a latte on the way home. jesus christ
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Molly Hare
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Claudia Voglhuber
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fleaurali · 3 years
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That line from Wuthering Heights, “You say I killed you — Haunt me, then,” is such raw fucking emotion I just *slams head into wall*
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Angélica Vis
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Robert Doisneau
Paris Cats at Night.1954 
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fleaurali · 3 years
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thinking about that ilya kaminsky poem that’s like i was / in my bed, around my bed america / was falling: invisible house by invisible house by invisible house
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Holywell Cemetery, Oxford, UK (November 2020)
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fleaurali · 5 years
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fleaurali · 5 years
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Language is the first site of loss and our first defense against it.
Paisley Rekdal, from “Nightingale: A Gloss,” The American Poetry Review (vol. 46, no. 5, September/October 2017)
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Please be happy for other people. Your time will come.
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