Allende y Cortázar.
(Source: baudeleriano, via decadentia)
Allende y Cortázar.
(Source: baudeleriano, via decadentia)
//EDICIÓN VERANO
//2012
//SUMMER EDITION
//CONTRIBUTORS
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Hi from the mother fucker that brought you unsure if i should shave / grow beard
Hello Fuck art that attempts to be or is esoteric / propagates hierarchies / leaves people out in any way orrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
I want to feel what you are feeling while you are feeling it
I want everyone to
Every week we should all take the same photograph
I will tell you what the photograph should be of then will you please email it to quicklysemicolon@gmail.com
[i will send a mass email]
and I will post them all here: http://everyy.tumblr.com/ every Sunday
ok thank you ;]
ReBloG this if U want to / tell people U think will be into this idea
Please participate? oh u don’t have to do it every week just some or most or one even
Hikikomori :: editorial TRI▲N▲
———74
querida ellen
hoy me curvé en posición fetal en la cama a oscuras y dejé de pensar y sentí mi cuerpo en la posición fetal y sentí mis piernas y brazos y espalda y cuello y cabeza y manos y cara. mi cara se sintió triste y sola y sentí pena por ella.
tao
———Dibujo de Walter Mackey
(via magulladon)
I wrote a collection of poems with my friend Ben Roylace titled Blunt/Sonnet. It would be sweet if you read it. You can do that here or by clicking through the picture.
assymetries: forest of sighs
I am the honorific Oak.
I have stood tall, the Twin Towers,
(without my beloved halfsoul)
surveying over an organic Manhattan
for tens / thousands of years.My calves grow roots,
which sink deep into your virgin soil—
I am rooted into past & present & promise.
The nutrients here taste of sweat…
May is long,
as eyelashes pinned
against walls of blue,
that flutter and flicker in the sun.June is pink,
perched plump lips
dipped in Honeysuckle.While July is loud,
explosive,
bombshell blonde—
with a hint of rain.Yet August winds down,
lays bare and deserted
like sunburned skin
near San Antonio freckles.And summer is hot;
sweltering sweet sweat
that falls down our forehead
and disappears into the atmosphere.
Untitled: Wild Boy
i.
I found you in a snow-choked
twilight, beneath tree limbs
that had fallen to shield your
bones. Hair withered and
tangled to thick red locks
that fell to cling to your
cheek bones. Your voice
was the soft sound of
a spoon tinkling against
a teacup – a wolf howling
the light in…
