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First Fire

Stripped in a flamedance, the bluff backing our houses quivered in wet-black skin. A shawl of haze tugged tight around the starkness. We could have choked on August. Smoke thick in our throats, nearly naked as the earth, we played bare feet over the heat caught in asphalt. Could we, green girls, have prepared for this? Yesterday, we played in sand-carpeted caves. The store we built sold broken bits of ice plant, empty snail shells, leaves. Our school’s walls were open sky. We reeled in wonder from the hills, oblivious to the beckoning crescendo and to our parent’s hushed communion. When our bluff swayed into the undulation, we ran into the still streets of our suburb, feet burning against a fury that we did not know was change. CAMILLE T. DUNGY

#camille t. dungy #poetry #poets

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Dirk McDermott

Fellow Scout who could climb and touch the gold ball at the top of the flagpole, and do math three grades ahead under his crewcut. I need a calculator to figure how long since I spoke his name. How long since I offered my own blue neckerchief to wipe his always runny nose. But last night in smoke, steam, and rain beside a wrecked train I told him how happy I felt in the igloo we’d built, how handsome a cub he’d been crawling on all fours up the twilit tunnel to me. In a hoarse whisper and never looking at his face.

Patrick Donnelly

#poetry #poets #patrickdonnelly

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Flight Facilities - Clair De Lune

#bittersweethighschoolmemstimesIcannevergetback

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#tuco amalfi #retrofuturism #art #ocean

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“We all have forests in our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone.” -Ursula le Guin

#tomas sanchez #art #nature art #trees #ursula k. le guin

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Heli Salonen (Finnish artist, b. 1949), The Path to the Sea, 1998

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Nocturnal Ice Fishing Trip -  Janne Erkkilä , 2015

Finnish, b. 1986 -

Acrylic on canvas ,  110 x 70 cm.

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#art #modernart #women

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Having a Fight With You

is like being burned up in a twelfth-floor elevator. Or drowned in a flipped SUV.

It’s like waking with scalpels arrayed on my chest. Like being banished to 1983.

Having a fight with you is never, ever less horrid: that whisper that says you never loved me—

my heart a stalled engine out the little square window. Your eyes a white-capped black sea.

-Patrick Phillips

#poetry #poem #patrickphillips

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Robert Irwin, Installation, Chinati Foundation

#light and space

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Yayoi Kusama   Infinity Mirrored Room - Filled with the Brilliance of Life

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After Years

Today, from a distance, I saw you walking away, and without a sound the glittering face of a glacier slid into the sea. An ancient oak fell in the Cumberlands, holding only a handful of leaves, and an old woman scattering corn to her chickens looked up for an instant. At the other side of the galaxy, a star thirty-five times the size of our own sun exploded and vanished, leaving a small green spot on the astronomer's retina as he stood on the great open dome of my heart with no one to tell. —Ted Kooser

#poetry #poem

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teamLab, The Infinite Crystal Universe, 2015-18

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dont be stupid

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From the Walker Collection:

Robert Irwin untitled 1971 Synthetic fabric, wood, fluorescent lights, floodlights Approximately 96 x 564 inches