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whisperthatruns · 8 months
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The Pacific Ocean was overflowing the borders of the map. There was no place to put it. It was so large, wild and blue that it didn't fit anywhere. That's why it was left in front of my window. The humanists worried about the little men it devoured over the years. They do not count. Not even that galleon laden with cinnamon and pepper that perfumed it as it went down. No. Not even the explorers' ship---fragile as a cradle dashed to pieces in the abyss---which keeled over with its starving men. No. In the ocean, a man dissolves like a bar of salt. And the water doesn't know it.
Pablo Neruda, "The Sea," tr. Dennis Maloney and Clark Zlotchew, reprinted in Things that Dream: Contemporary Calligraphic Artists’ Books / Cosas que sueñan: Libros de artistas caligráficos contemporáneos (Stanford University Libraries, 2012)
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 2 months
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The math just adds up!
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bambiali · 2 months
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izzy444angel · 1 year
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this is me all day
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qiinamii · 8 months
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we'll do fine.
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dlwrish · 7 months
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mentally a living corpse
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dreamingawayyour1ife · 6 months
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Girlrotting ⁺. ༶
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roseforviolet · 2 months
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r4diopl4y · 3 months
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Just had to join in on drawing this fucking thing
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shitbl0gger · 2 months
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whisperthatruns · 9 months
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Morning XXVII
Naked, you are simple as one of your hands, smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round: you have moon-lines, apple-pathways: naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat. Naked, you are blue as a night in Cuba; you have vines and stars in your hair; naked, you are spacious and yellow as summer in a golden church. Naked, you are tiny as one of your nails--- curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born and you withdraw to the underground world, as if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores: your clear light dims, gets dressed---drops its leaves--- and becomes a naked hand again.
Pablo Neurda, tr. Stephen Tapscott, reprinted in Things that Dream: Contemporary Calligraphic Artists' Books / Cosas que sueñan: Libros de artistas caligráficos contemporáneos (Stanford University Libraries, 2012)
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eleutheria4ever · 7 months
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“source?” divine intuition, gut instinct, and cryptic symbolism from my dreams
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littlebodyblgheart · 1 month
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credits
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izzy444angel · 1 month
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angelinthesnow666 · 1 month
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