Fred Tomaselli. Penetrators, 2012. Photo collage, acrylic, resin on wood panel, 72 x 72”.
“D is for Dryad” - Fanny Y. Cory
via: Cernunnos
The Dance at Alder Cove
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☽✪☾Youth/Father/Geezer☽✪☾
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Customs of the Ancestor
(via waterlilydreams)
WHOA! look to kill for sure :)
(Source: intoblackandwhite)
(Source: moisab, via waterlilydreams)
(Source: biebgotswagger, via pinklady1994wow)
The body is the first writer of the poem. The mind is the caretaker who moves in to make order. Sometimes what the mind does to the poem is good. Sometimes, it’s too much. “I am an enemy of the mind,” writes Berryman, while Ginsberg insists that “mind is shapely.” With whatever trust or mistrust we have of it, the mind works the poem in a different way. But let’s be clear: intellects don’t write poems. While they’re wonderful to have, they are no substitute for the body’s senses of the world. Because the body is irrational, and the irrational is where discovery happens.
—D.A. Powell (via poetryeater)
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Where’s My Bonnie to My Clyde?
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Thanks!
- To all that gander and view my Logos: Thank you!
- You make a dude who feels isolated apart of something. Mucho Respect & LLove (two L's means, there's more room for love)
- You All inspire me : )
- -Daniel



