compassandwheel:

Yesterday was the first day of my residency at @hurricaneisland - spent the day exploring the Coastal Trail and sketched some mushrooms!
It’s a lie that poetry is only read by or “speaks to” people in the universities or elite intellectual circles; in many such places, poetry barely speaks at all.

Poems are written and absorbed, silently and aloud, in prisons, in prairie kitchens, urban basement workshops, branch libraries, battered women’s shelters, homeless shelters, offices, a public hospital for disabled people, an HIV support group. A poet can be born in a house with empty bookshelves. Sooner or later, s/he will need books.
Adrienne Rich, What Is Found There: Notebooks on Poetry and Politics, 1994. (via insufficientmind)

(via commovente)


The most beautiful part of a man’s body I think it must be there, where the torso sits on and, into the hips, those twin delineating curves, feminine in grace, girdling the trunk, guiding the eyes downwards to their intersection, the point of pleasure. Duane Michals, 1986
fuckyeahvintage-retro:

Woman and cat enjoy the view. Amsterdam, 1934 © Eva Besnyo
la moitié de moi est absente

writingsforwinter:

When my sister Olivia had the first miscarriage,

she wanted to file a missing person’s report. But the police chief

said there had to be probable cause, and there wasn’t.

I used to lay my hand against the warm skin of her stomach,

the tiny heartbeat no bigger than a sanguinella blood orange,

and I could feel its miniature limbs, kicking.

a priest walks into a bar

writingsforwinter:

A mathematician calculates his loneliness but comes to the conclusion

that it is too big for even him to handle. Some nights my sister

stands at the kitchen counter, hand over her belly, wedding ring

digging into the soft skin. She looks like a mermaid beached on land

as she rests there, dark…

I would love to say
that you
make me
weak in the knees
but
to be quite upfront
and completely
truthful
you
make my body
forget
it has knees
at all.
Derrick Brown, Love Language (via weatherbeatensoul)

(Fonte: restbeyondtheriver, via writingsforwinter)

boykitty:

FIAC 2012, Paris

frankysplait:

glowcloud:

i love the Women Against Feminism that are like “I dont need feminism because i can admit i need my husband to open a jar for me and thats ok!” cause listen 1. get a towel 2. get the towel damp 3. put it on the lid and twist. BAM now men are completely useless. you, too, can open a jar. time to get a divorce

image

(via frogsandcrowns)


Ushiku Daibutsu is a statue located in Ushiku, Ibaraki Prefecture, Japan. Completed in 1993, it stands a total of 120 metres (390 ft) tall, including the 10 m (33 ft) base and 10m lotus platform.
questionableadvice:

~ Etiquette at College, by Nellie Ballou, 1925