Savage suns and savage moons
Send us running through the trees
Savage feast on savage flesh
Surrender to the mounting beast
Carnal Incantation 1.20.12
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I said “Yes I’m screaming,
“But I won’t be leaving
“Wherever I go I bring Hell”
- This Storm
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A crowding sort of creature
Rowdy and unwildy
One that reeks of earthly musk
A milding sort of reaper
Dispossessed of all his dread
An arousing sort of thing
Though it proudly closes in
Slightly drunk and with a grin
A pouncing sort of being
With an instinct there for waiting
Taste your skin and then devour
A decided little fighter
So on fire yet so gentle
Heavy fingers fix and mending
Pull you in and then depending
A monster from the fire of sexes
Hold one down until they’re breathless
Preys on feeling and defenseless
But a slave to all his senses
And we call it by its curse -
Man.
- Base
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“Some people hide their sadness very well.” —Khaled Hosseini
Painting by Fulati Tayierjiang
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― Antonio Porchia, Voices (translated by W.S. Merwin)
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From left to right: Frances Jimenez, Delores Browne, and Alice Mayes as students at the Judimar School of Dance.
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'Salzburg von einer Loggia', or 'View of Salzburg from a Romanesque Loggia', by Georg Pezolt, 1850.
Austrian artist, 1810-1878.
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Lacemakers (Brittany, France), 1920.
via Anartist
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“My beauty, the corpse I carry inside me.”
— Maria Polydouri, tr. by Manolis Aligizakis, from “Party,” wr. c. July 1928
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