Loach Friend

the joke about flies always looking like they're rubbing their hands mischievously is passé at best and we never beat a dead horse here on tumblr dot com, but this lauxaniid getting caught doing the "don't mind if i do" before walking two steps forward to lick a dead ant - even if it was one of the most disassembled ant husks i've ever seen that surely had nothing edible left - seems to be willingly playing into it

Kenojuak Ashevak (October 3, 1927 – January 8, 2013), CC ONu RCA was a Canadian Inuk artist. Born at Camp Kerrasak on southern Baffin Island, she later died in Cape Dorset, Nunavut

Decorative Char, 2004,

ink, coloured pencil on paper, 51 ? 66 cm.

Collection of West Baffin Eskimo Cooperative

This is by a patient of mine with early late stage dementia, who was a poet for most of her life. Her new poems are dictated to me during writing workshops I run at my hospice job. She hadn't written since her diagnosis. This is one of seventeen poems I've written with her so far.

I’ve been doing poetry since I could write but I do think she was my only teacher.

Working with her was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life. I mean it when I say you all are so lucky to get even this glimpse at the majesty of her work.

In her words from another poem (not posted):

I am not the only creature watching

All of this,

Drinking it in.

I have a companion,

The cat who sleeps in the backyard

Is watching, too,

I thought about just tagging this 'nuff said, but it's not.

I want to say something to all of the women under 50 on this site. Ready? You do not have to be over 50 to start taking up space.

LOOK AT THIS MAGNIFICENT GOTH-ASS SHIT

EGADDDDDDD

THE IRON-COPPER SOLUTION USED TO DYE THE PAGES WAS SO CORROSIVE THAT THERE ARE VERY FEW SURVIVING EXAMPLES

THESE BOOKS WERE LITERALLY TOO METAL TO LIVE