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Liu Kuo-sung (Taiwanese, b. 1932)
Rhythm of the Moon, 2008
Ink and color on paper, 99.5 x 183.5 cm

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HARVESTING THE OVERMIND
It only gives back when it wants to, When the time is right, As a furious wind shreds memory & Constitutions blur, Retching grey, tarnished sediment, Of the Earth â NOT of the Earth â Washed up on an alien shore âŠ
There is no recollection of reaching A place such as this; All mythic legends dissolve, Burning tempest of the mind, Washing thresholds away, Retching pedigree after pedigree; Where unwanted sorrows flee, Din of egress in the void, Golden timbre of the enchanted, Likened to ghosts in summertime, Manic, wandering soothsayers; Tribes of forgetfulness, Eddying temple âŠ
Splintering homeward, resurrected, Returned to shadow, Bordering Leviathanâs dream, Kingdom of the depths, Veiled steps to bright domains, Where the Refugee wields a Key, Yet unknowing of what lay inside.
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The planet Uranus. Taken on November 14th 2009 at 3:52 am. Using the 98 in Hooker telescope.
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When it was still there by Heidi Fourie, 2017
Oil on acetate 37 Ă 54 cm
Scroll from the Lotus Sutra. Japan, 12th century. Handscroll; gold and silver ink on indigo-dyed paper, Met Museum.
Magpies and Badgers, Que Lan, 1832
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I Vargtimmar (time before dawn, wolf hours), 2013 Danilo Stankovic  (b. 1981)
This plate comes from Walter Craneâs illustrated edition of Edmund Spenserâs epic poem âThe Faerie Queene,â published in 1897. #illustratedbook #poetry #auction #engraving #books http://ift.tt/21cYLeE

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Mid-summer ⊠when the alchemy of Nature transmutes the sylvan landscape to one vivid and almost homogeneous mass of green; when the senses are well-nigh intoxicated with the surging seas of moist verdure and the subtly indefinable odours of the soil and the vegetation. In such surroundings the mind loses its perspective; time and space become trivial and unreal, and echoes of a forgotten prehistoric past beat insistently upon the enthralled consciousness.
H. P. Lovecraft (via ophidiansabbat)