Art, books, poetry, boiling twigs in a pot of citrus rinds purely for divination purposes
and would figure in the knowledge that such bruises
aren't endless, and that our rib cages are not mere bones. One can die
from grief, so now we can describe loss and love as the Holy Twins.
Luci Tapahonso (b.1953)
Navajo Poet Laureate
#NewMexico
and would figure in the knowledge that such bruises
aren't endless, and that our rib cages are not mere bones. One can die
from grief, so now we can describe loss and love as the Holy Twins.
Luci Tapahonso (b.1953)
Navajo Poet Laureate
#NewMexico
#earlybooks #printing #inutero #uterus #fetus #maternity #matrix #scienceillustrated #historyofscience #pregnancy #lightbulbs #wellcomecollection
wellcomecollection.org/works/s6tt67z2
#earlybooks #printing #inutero #uterus #fetus #maternity #matrix #scienceillustrated #historyofscience #pregnancy #lightbulbs #wellcomecollection
wellcomecollection.org/works/s6tt67z2
#printing #blockprinting #broadside #lithograph #woodblock #copperplate #inkball #printingpress #smallpress #poster #posterart #indigenous #indigeneity #pueblo #humanrights
#printing #blockprinting #broadside #lithograph #woodblock #copperplate #inkball #printingpress #smallpress #poster #posterart #indigenous #indigeneity #pueblo #humanrights
....
Powerless, I drown."
Anna Świrszczyńska (d.1984) aka Anna Swir on #maternity
The Polish-English collection (trans. by #CzelawMilosz).
....
Powerless, I drown."
Anna Świrszczyńska (d.1984) aka Anna Swir on #maternity
The Polish-English collection (trans. by #CzelawMilosz).
I need to know. In any language. In any part of the world.
#JohnDonne #MetaphysicalPoetry #EarlyModernPoetry
I need to know. In any language. In any part of the world.
#JohnDonne #MetaphysicalPoetry #EarlyModernPoetry
that my language is hanged,
ropes around its neck?
My tongue is worthless.
Though it speaks
among the deaf, it does wear out.
Ali Sadqi Azaykou (d. 2004)
See #tamazight transliterated into #arabic below
#amazigh #poetrysky #ⵜⴰⵎⴰⵣⵉⵖⵜ #NorthAfrica #Tamaziɣt #poem
that my language is hanged,
ropes around its neck?
My tongue is worthless.
Though it speaks
among the deaf, it does wear out.
Ali Sadqi Azaykou (d. 2004)
See #tamazight transliterated into #arabic below
#amazigh #poetrysky #ⵜⴰⵎⴰⵣⵉⵖⵜ #NorthAfrica #Tamaziɣt #poem
#ⵜⴰⵎⴰⵣⵉⵖⵜ #Tamaziɣt #تَمَزِيغت #kafka #translation #metamorphosis #indigeneity #NorthAfrica #🪳 #literaturesky
#ⵜⴰⵎⴰⵣⵉⵖⵜ #Tamaziɣt #تَمَزِيغت #kafka #translation #metamorphosis #indigeneity #NorthAfrica #🪳 #literaturesky
#globalbookstores #bookstorejoy #rampage
#globalbookstores #bookstorejoy #rampage
#bookation all I ever wanted
#bookation had to get away
#globalbookstores #independentbookstore
#bookation all I ever wanted
#bookation had to get away
#globalbookstores #independentbookstore
#heatwave #booksky #globalbookstores #bookshop #shoplocal #baguette #fromage
#heatwave #booksky #globalbookstores #bookshop #shoplocal #baguette #fromage
#paradiselost #heatwave
#paradiselost #heatwave
#manuscriptsky #arabicsky #medievalsky #bestiarysky #animalstudies #menasky #wallpaper #bookhistory
#manuscriptsky #arabicsky #medievalsky #bestiarysky #animalstudies #menasky #wallpaper #bookhistory
That is all.
That is all.
(more below)
#vermeer #stephenschwartz #barbarastreisand #doloresoriodan #cranberries #scapes #kale #blueberries #saladgreens #thedistrict #farmersmarket #lettuce #monet #pride #pridemonth #DC #rainbowchard
(more below)
#vermeer #stephenschwartz #barbarastreisand #doloresoriodan #cranberries #scapes #kale #blueberries #saladgreens #thedistrict #farmersmarket #lettuce #monet #pride #pridemonth #DC #rainbowchard
I envy Light—that wakes Him—
And Bells—that boldly ring
To tell Him it is Noon, abroad—
Myself—be Noon to Him—
Yet interdict—my Blossom—
And abrogate—my Bee—
Lest Noon in Everlasting Night—
Drop Gabriel—and Me—
#springpoems #birdsandbees #emilydickinson #dickinson
I envy Light—that wakes Him—
And Bells—that boldly ring
To tell Him it is Noon, abroad—
Myself—be Noon to Him—
Yet interdict—my Blossom—
And abrogate—my Bee—
Lest Noon in Everlasting Night—
Drop Gabriel—and Me—
#springpoems #birdsandbees #emilydickinson #dickinson
#bookstore #bookshop #localbookstore #independentbookstore #books #booksonbooks #smallbookstore #thereader #iamreading #ilovebooks #rva #richmond #richmondva #virginiabooks #totebag #tarot #librarie
#bookstore #bookshop #localbookstore #independentbookstore #books #booksonbooks #smallbookstore #thereader #iamreading #ilovebooks #rva #richmond #richmondva #virginiabooks #totebag #tarot #librarie
"Minutes of late regret, what in this
world is more bitter than you?"
It's giving Layla and Majnun; I'm on the floor for it.
"Minutes of late regret, what in this
world is more bitter than you?"
It's giving Layla and Majnun; I'm on the floor for it.
Which they ate with a runcible spoon
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand
They danced by the light of the moon
"The Owl & the Pussy-Cat" (1870) #leonine verse by Edward Lear, inventing "runcible" associated with the #spork @tacobellquarterly.org
Which they ate with a runcible spoon
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand
They danced by the light of the moon
"The Owl & the Pussy-Cat" (1870) #leonine verse by Edward Lear, inventing "runcible" associated with the #spork @tacobellquarterly.org
#sculpture at the #library
#sculpture at the #library
Into the stuff of unsteady mind enters Time the wrecker
Get your mind steadied and enjoy the bliss never-waning"
-Luipada, 10th C. Buddhist saint
from #Charyapada collection of mystical poems
#Oriya
Facsimile: archive.org/details/cary...
Into the stuff of unsteady mind enters Time the wrecker
Get your mind steadied and enjoy the bliss never-waning"
-Luipada, 10th C. Buddhist saint
from #Charyapada collection of mystical poems
#Oriya
Facsimile: archive.org/details/cary...
In the old days
when we still lived our own lives
in our own country
we could hear
a faraway thunder –
the caribou approaching
two or three days in advance.
- Aqqaluk Lynge, #Kalaallit (#Greenland #Inuit) poet
Original language below ⬇️
In the old days
when we still lived our own lives
in our own country
we could hear
a faraway thunder –
the caribou approaching
two or three days in advance.
- Aqqaluk Lynge, #Kalaallit (#Greenland #Inuit) poet
Original language below ⬇️