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if i look back, i am lost
Keni

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
trying on a metaphor
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Not today Justin
Jules of Nature
ojovivo
Cosimo Galluzzi

Love Begins

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art blog(derogatory)
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Gelatin Silver Photograph “Mystical Women Dancing” HR Cremer

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Rose Ausländer, from After Every War; “My Nightingale”
Text ID: Here she was— / hand an angel and half humankind—
someone said, “anger is sadness that had nowhere to go for a very long time” and I’ll never forget it.
I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.
—Jess C Scott, The Devilin Fey
Medusa Portrait by Zara Alfonso

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Luke Hillestad
Roberto Ferri
The clouds are bringing me grief—
They come and go; no one seems to misses them.
I miss them. I grieve for them when they dissipate.
Come back.
What are your favorite Arabic poems, if you have any?
These are some of my favorites:
An Ocean Without Shore, Ibn ‘Arabi
Fragment from Al-Buhturi’s Wolf
From the Luzumiyat of al-Ma’arri
From the Diwan of al-Ma’arri
Reality, Rabia al-Basri
Love, Rabia al-Basri
The Enchanter of Dust: Psalm, Adonis
The Wound, Adonis
I Pray Behind My Shadow, Bahija Massri Adelbi
The Spirit Bows to the Will of Love, Munir Mezyed
The Manner of Sand, Mahmood al-Braikan
Exculpation, Khalil Mutran
Revolt Against the Sun, Nazik al-Mala’ika
Myths, Nazik al-Mala’ika
Who am I?, Nazik al-Mala’ika
A Stranger at the Gulf, Badr Shakir al-Sayyab
An Alphabetical Formation, Faraj Bayraqdar
A couple of fragments from Sanieh Salh
Sorrows of the Black City, Muhammad al-Fayturi
Shadows, Wadih Sa’adah
The Strange Grief, al-Shabbi
A Storm in the Dark, al-Shabbi
A Body, Al-Saddiq al-Raddi
Annihilation, Muhammad Afifi Matar
Fragments from ‘Quartet of Joy’, Muhammad Affifi Matar
Mural, Mahmoud Darwish
We Will Choose Sophocles, Mahmoud Darwish
Clouds, Ounsi el-Hajj
Smoke Bloom, Nadia Anjuman
Boat to Lesbos, Nourri al-Jarrah
Your body is my map, Nizar Qabbani
A cutlery set designed by Salvador Dali, 1957

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Vladimir Nabokov, Ada or Ardor
The Ides Of March, 1883, Sir Edward John Poynter.
Cimitero di Sant'Anna, Trieste.
Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.
Leonardo da Vinci
The Accolade, Edmund Leighton, 1901

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Sometimes I wish for falling
Wish for the release
Wish for falling through the air
To give me some relief
Because falling's not the problem
When I'm falling I'm in peace
It's only when I hit the ground
It causes all the grief
—Florence Welch
“don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.” ~Franz Kafka