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beds for a quiet little exhibition

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Timm Ulrichs: Der Findling (1978) Performance: 10 hours in a closed stone

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Water lily harvesting in Bangladesh. August 5, 2016. Zakir Hossain Chowdhury

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"There is just one person inside my head. One person I can't stop thinking about. It's you." - "Testone", 2016 by Andrea Salvatori

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“Live with us and be a rabbit.“  From Good Times on Our Street by Gates, Huber, Peardon and Salisbury, 1945.

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#beetle #magical rainbow beetle #photo #my photos

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Whale bones on the S. Coast of Snæfellsnes, near Búðir, Iceland, ca. 1900

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And Day Brought Back My Night

It was so simple: you came back to me And I was happy. Nothing seemed to matter But that. That you had gone away from me And lived for days with him—it didn’t matter. That I had been left to care for our old dog And house alone—couldn’t have mattered less! On all this, you and I and our happy dog Agreed. We slept. The world was worriless. I woke in the morning, brimming with old joys Till the fact-checker showed up, late, for work And started in: Item: it’s years, not days. Item: you had no dog. Item: she isn’t back, In fact, she just remarried. And oh yes, item: you Left her, remember? I did? I did. (I do.)

-Geoffrey Brock

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Avery Tharp photographed by Max Farago for Pop #30 Spring/Summer 2014.

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from Welcome to Our Dimension Party 2nd Edition x

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We’ve Been Discussing What It Would Mean to Have a Child in These of All Times

Robin Myers

Inside the third zucchini is a reddish worm, ribbed, ready as a joystick, flailing as if rattled from a long sleep.

Behemoth, mortal, I put down the paring knife for a better look. Does it take the open air for a roaring wind, what will it eat here, what

will it do now.

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“The poems I had written were failures, but dense ones. It seemed appropriate to think the person’s attempt at wholeness was a series of missteps, which if drawn across an afternoon might prove interesting to other people. I had a way of reminding my friends that we were all in pain, but a fruit tart kind of pain strangers can’t help but enjoy. That day I had, in a sense, gathered all my possessions and gone out onto the street with them.”

— Renee Gladman, Juice

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