March 2011
15 posts
Travel is the only context in which some people ever look around. If we spent...
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Lucy R. Lippard (On the Beaten Track: Tourism, Art, and Place)
We come spinning out of nothingness,
scattering stars like dust.
– Rumi (via slychedelic)
I'm continuously amazed by all of the incredible... →
. Dog Girl
Fonder a Care Kept
I was barn. I was razed.
I was mot this flame with no’s sum else blue’s blame noir yearning down the house.
No, it was I and I blank I bandit blather that louse that fiddle-dee-dee little lame chimera that came as the name yes different.
I wracked my refrain, that blousy souse.
I was bard. I was crazed.
I was dog girl’s shame.
So, I culled my maim....
We must listen to poets.
– Gaston Bachelard (The Poetics of Space)