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theincompletenesstheorem: Jenny Holzer: Inflammatory Essays

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:41:23 -0400

theincompletenesstheorem:

Jenny Holzer: Inflammatory Essays

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Tue, 21 May 2013 15:14:58 -0400

stillbirthed: In the garden I shall die, in the rose-tree they will kill me, Mother I went to...

Tue, 21 May 2013 15:06:52 -0400

stillbirthed:

In the garden
I shall die,
in the rose-tree
they will kill me,
Mother I went
to gather roses,
looking for death
within the garden.
Mother I went
cutting roses,
looking for death
within the rose-tree.
In the garden
I shall die.
In the rose-tree
they’ll kill me.

earthwandererphotography: Untitled by Earth Wanderer...

Tue, 21 May 2013 15:06:47 -0400

earthwandererphotography:

Untitled by Earth Wanderer Photography on Flickr.

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Tue, 21 May 2013 14:59:51 -0400

"You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 14:43:35 -0400

“You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should’ve behaved better.”

- Anne Lamott (via funeraire)

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Tue, 21 May 2013 14:33:32 -0400

theilluminatiarchives: “Christina’s World is a 1948 painting by...

Tue, 21 May 2013 14:26:38 -0400

theilluminatiarchives:

“Christina’s World is a 1948 painting by American painter Andrew Wyeth, and one of the best-known American paintings of the middle 20th century. It depicts a woman lying on the ground in a treeless, mostly tawny field, looking up at a gray house on the horizon; a barn and various other small outbuildings are adjacent to the house.

This tempera work, done in a realist style, is currently on display at the Museum of Modern Art in New York, as a part of its permanent collection.”

wither

Sun, 19 May 2013 23:45:00 -0400

wither

"Often what I need is even a darker darkness."

Sun, 19 May 2013 22:57:05 -0400

“Often what I need is even a darker
darkness.”

- Valzhyna Mort (via funeraire)

vulgivagus: (words arestubblesand armscold as marble under the Sunheld yet held downbe and belongto...

Sun, 19 May 2013 22:06:58 -0400

vulgivagus:

(words are
stubbles
and arms
cold as marble
under the Sun
held yet held down
be and belong
to waste)

phoneasmedium: Tom Pregiato

Sun, 19 May 2013 22:06:15 -0400

phoneasmedium:

Tom Pregiato

00008208082008208200200082: (by Silva+Cemin)

Sun, 19 May 2013 21:56:11 -0400

00008208082008208200200082:

(by Silva+Cemin)

stillbirthed: I have longed for people before, I have loved people before.Not like this.It was not...

Sun, 19 May 2013 21:49:45 -0400

stillbirthed:

I have longed for people before, I have loved people before.
Not like this.
It was not this.

Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.

"All the pretty horses have had their legs broken: they want to get closer to the ground."

Sun, 19 May 2013 21:45:04 -0400

“All the pretty horses
have had their legs broken:
they want to get closer
to the ground.”

- (via stillbirthed)

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Sun, 19 May 2013 21:36:17 -0400

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Wed, 15 May 2013 02:50:49 -0400

"Sit down. Inhale. Exhale. The gun will wait. The lake will wait. The tall gall in the small..."

Tue, 14 May 2013 20:06:29 -0400

“

Sit down. Inhale. Exhale.
The gun will wait. The lake will wait.
The tall gall in the small seductive vial
will wait will wait:
will wait a week: will wait through April.
You do not have to die this certain day.
Death will abide, will pamper your postponement.
I assure you death will wait. Death has
a lot of time. Death can
attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is
just down the street; is most obliging neighbor;
can meet you any moment.

You need not die today.
Stay here - through pout or pain or peskyness.
Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow.

Graves grow no green that you can use.
Remember, green’s your color. You are Spring.

”

- To the Young Who Want to Die by Gwendolyn Brooks

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Tue, 14 May 2013 20:02:10 -0400

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Tue, 14 May 2013 19:55:22 -0400