that wasn't very versace of you

I want to live in this picture

 ‘Snow Circles’ by Andy Goldsworthy 

it's July !

It always upsets me so much when I see interpretations/illustrations of the two headed calf poem that show a living calf being torn away from its mother and killed to sell to a museum and framing the poem as being "humanity kills beautiful things for being different".

Two headed cows almost never survive more than a few hours after their birth. The farmer finds the *body* the next day. The calf was destined to die, and that's a tragedy, but for the time it was alive, it had a beautiful and unique experience.

It's not a poem about the cruelty of man. It's a poem about the beauty of life in an indifferent universe. It's about purpose and beauty being able to exist even in an existence doomed to come to an end, as all our lives are. It's not a poem about how a calf dies, but how, even for only a brief moment, it was alive.

And, for that moment, because of that life, however fleeting, the sky had twice as many stars.

y'all are worried about a surveillance state all while filming strangers in public for clicks and clout... baby you ARE the surveillance state!

Yohji Yamamoto: wool peacoat with silk screened rayon lining, fall/winter 1991-1992.

Olaf Nicolai - La Lotta (2006)

— Mary Oliver, North Country

Never ask a girl if she wants to become a werewolf because she’s always going to say yes because girls love tearing things apart with their teeth and ripping people to shreds with their claws, it’s a foregone conclusion, an immutable fact of our universe really when ya think about it.

getting that august feeling (things that have ended endlessly are ending again)

Lake Ohrid

Ram’s Head, White Hollyhock-Hills, 1935, Georgia O'Keeffe

Medium: oil,canvas

Fleetwood Mac, 1976.