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I love dusky pinks. this too is an earth tone, to the evolved mind 

#photo #set #text

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Paul Klee – Dance of Moth, 1923

#art #one #abstract

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four days at sea (atlantic, ijsellmeer, baltic sea, north sea)

#photo #set #water

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brown works so hard and does so much and everyone is so mean to her. coffee chocolate hair leather tea wood eyes broth a warm coat autumn leaves caramelized onions the crust on a loaf of bread. all things good and warm and kind are brown. bitch!

#text #truly!!!!

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Every time I see a duck I think to myself that I want to pick up that duck. There is a sort of quality of the duck that makes it feel like the act of picking up the duck would somehow be analogous to those strange videos where people use knives to cleanly cut through multilayered cakes. There would be a sort of accumulative act even without taking permanent possession of the duck. It would rather be more like pulling the lever on some ancient machine which makes a counter increase by one. The duck is the lever. I hope my meaning is clear to you all?

#it could not possibly be any clearer #text

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William H. Hays (United States)

Island Universe

reduction lino print   

#i repeat myself but. PRINTS man #art #one #print #night tag

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Various ferns. The fern paradise. 1878.

Internet Archive

#art #one

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Linocut prints by William Hays. ~ Dawn ~ After the Storm, 2016.

#art #set #print #sky tag

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 Gordon Mortensen（b.1938 United States)

 Spring Flowers

 reduction woodcut

#god what is it with reduction woodcut people. or linocut. why do they always go so hard #art #one #print

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#art #one #structures #light

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You know what I mean   -   William Mackinnon , 2015

Australian,b.1978-

Acrylic, oil and enamel on linen, 180.0 x 120.0 cm

#art #one #night tag

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excerpt from “The Book of Delights” by Ross Gay (transcript under the cut) 

Weiterlesen

#there we go #text #poetry

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“After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: if anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately. Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there. An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress, just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly. Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her problem? We told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she did this. I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly. Shu dow-a, shu-biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick, sho bit se-wee? The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—she stopped crying. She thought our flight had been canceled entirely. She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late. Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him. We called her son and I spoke with him in English. I told him I would stay with his mother until we got on the plane and would ride next to her—Southwest. She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it. Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and found out, of course, they had ten shared friends. Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours. She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering questions. She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—and was offering them to all the women at the gate. To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California, the lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies. And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—non-alcoholic—and the two little girls from our flight, one African American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice and lemonade, and they were covered with powdered sugar, too. And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing with green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere. And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought, this is the world I want to live in. The shared world. Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped—has seemed apprehensive about any other person. They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women, too. This can still happen anywhere. Not everything is lost.”

— Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.”

#not everything is lost!! #this and the tomato seedling poem story... i'll have to go look for that #text #poetry

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also I know I've been reblogging but like. I love trans women + transfems you are my friends and sisters. you make our community stronger and more joyful and complete and you deserve better from everyone around u. safety and comfort and love and everything in the world to trans women everywhere. muah

#text #always and forever

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#well. #text #poetry #german stuff

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I grant you refuge from hurt and suffering.

With words of sacred scripture I shield the oranges from the sting of phosphorous and the shades of cloud from the smog.

I grant you refuge in knowing that the dust will clear, and they who fell in love and died together will one day laugh.

“I Grant You Refuge” by Hiba Abu Nada (trans. Huda Fakhreddine)

#poetry #text #art #one

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it’s looking like the iof have officially breached rafah. every palestinian i follow, most of whom have now been displaced to rafah, are posting that there’s non-stop bombing and sounds of clashes between the resistance and the israeli army (x, x, x). the rnn telegram is also reporting that armed clashes are taking place in northwest of the city and israeli bombing is concentrated around al-kuwaiti hospital (x, x). many martyrs already (x, x, x). in palestine, the time is currently just past 2am on 12th february 2024.

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