Quentin ChambryGas Station Drawing2013

Dave Mason

Denis Ichitovkin - Smoking Place (2009)

Tracey Emin
Untitled (Porchester Baths)
1988Oil on board
28 x 26 cm

Nusch Éluard by Pablo Picasso

The first day it feels like fall
I want to tell my secrets
recklessly until there is nothing
you don’t know that would make
your heart change years from now.
How foolish we are to believe
we might outlive this distance.
I don’t know names for things
in the prairie, where the expanse
of light and the hissing of tall stalks
make me move slowly,
like in another country before
I must share it with anyone.
In what do you believe?
In September’s slight motion
of particulars, in the weight of birds,
in lust, propulsion, maps
that lie.You should not have loved
me.
Now: goldenrod, prairie-clover,
the ovate-leafed bluebell with its open
throat saying how did you expect
to feel?
Colonies of prairie-smoke
and pods turning golden and papery,
the grassy plains iterating patience,
and things I cannot name.
Begin with apples reddening.
Begin with a woman touching
the cities in your feet.
Hartford,
Anchorage, the Bronx. Did you ever
see yourself as more
than yourself?
I walk into a part
of afternoon that deepens
inventing an endpoint
for sadness. Everyone is gone.
On the subject of deception,
where do you stand?
There’s a chill
in the air and the flowers know,
the goddamned flowers, their loosed
color. Sometimes we are cruel
and we mean it. We author the house
with its threadbare linens, the false
miniatures of people saying look at me.
Will the landscape forgive you?
Is it yours to describe? What
is the sound inside your mouth?

I’m surrounded by grasslands
in every direction. The sound
is a clamoring, because desire
is never singular and we want it
this way. We want it easy.
I have already let go
of summer. Here, the wind—
dispersal of seeds and story. Love,
there are things I cannot name.

—  Stacie Cassarino, from Midwest Eclogue

(via liveandletlive)

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Suspect - Charlie Speeckaert

Leo Fitzpatrick - Every One Knows And Nobody Cares, n/d
acrylic on canvas
14”x 66”

paracosm-prism: dear anon, TELLING SOMEONE THEY DONT HAVE IT HARD DOESNT MAKE THEM FEEL ANY BETTER, so shut the fuck up. Im sorry Katie that anon seriously pissed me off ily so much don't listen to them they suck

i love you so much, jamie ♡:・゚✧

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Anonymous: How do you stay so perfect ily 💕✨ anonnnn

aw! thank you so much! i am sure you’re absolutely the epitome of perfection!

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Charmantes Soirées, 2013

all things fair (1995)

Jenny Holzer  With You Inside Me Comes the Knowledge of My Death,  1994