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Reiji Hiramatsu — Giverny, Monet’s Pond, Spring Colours  (diptych, traditional nihonga technique, 2015)

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River Phoenix at home in Florida, 1991

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Tom Hardy in Marie Antoinette (2006) dir. Sofia Coppola

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Heading towards Tokyo Tower

Tokyo, Japan

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1970s Kim Craftsman

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“Getsuen” armchair By Masanori Umeda, 1990 

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anne sexton // richard siken// margaret atwood // virginia woolf

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Jeroen Toirkens, Holding two reindeers in Taiga, Dukha, Mongolia, 2007

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Steve Yzerman pets a dog on the bench before hitting the ice at the Red Wings’ practice facility.

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Gay Pride Day, NYC 1979 / © stanleySTELLAR

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Tom + being unhinged

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Hello. Apologies for the request. I don’t want to bother.

Do you happen to know poems themed around the color red?

Thank you so very much.

a dark red season, you delete from me all other colours

margaret atwood, from power politics; hesitations outside the door.

I am not good, I do not strive / for it. I am quiet, unmerited / bleak. I am tragic and the sky / appears red.

camille rankine, from incorrect merciful impulses

I turned around and saw the sky. It was red and all my life was in it.

jean rhys, from wide sargasso sea

anne carson, from autobiography of red

geryon was a monster everything about him was red, kit mills

                                                       Red.I have been angry this week. Christian said,Trust your anger. It is a demand for love.Or it is red. Red is a thing

I can trust—a monster and her wings,          cattle grazing the sandstone hills like flames.

Caboose cars were once red,          and also the best parts of the trains—the heal and shake of what promised to pass.     Finally, the red and end of them.

Maybe this living is a balance of drunkennessoff nitrogen and the unbearable        atmosphere of memory.

natalie diaz, from postcolonial love poem; “isn’t the air also a body, moving?”

Abstain from the field,from the hollow bones earth, the thickbones of winter.Abstention means abandon.Means sorrow.Means remember.Forgetting means the red wings smotherthe grass, means the shell of an ear on a mountainof bark.

donika kelly, from bestiary: poems

you stand red-handed.you want to wash yourselfin earth, in rocks and grass

what are you supposed to dowith all this loss?

margaret atwood, from morning in the burned house; “down”

natalie diaz, from postcolonial love poem; “isn’t the air also a body, moving?”

siri hustvedt, from notes on seeing

… I will never know how you see red and you will never know how I see it.

anne carson, from autobiography of red

Blue is for cruel bargains; green is for daring what you oughtn’t; violet is for brute force. I will say to you: Coral coaxes; pink insists; red compels.

catherynne m. valente, from deathless

There is only one thing I fear in life, my friend… One day the black will swallow the red.

john logan, from his play, red

anne carson, from autobiography of red

Heart on fire, ashes everywhere — there’s no return from a red like that.

manuel de freitas, from “fado menor”, tr. richard zenith

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If vampires were real there’d be an MLM trying to sell you ineffective anti-vampire creams and an MLM trying to sell you fake training courses to turn you into a vampire.