Tell me, what are your plans for your wild and precious life?
Mary Oliver
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Typographic work by Zachary Smith
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A little gem I stumbled upon. I could spend hours there.
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When I'm Small by Phantogram
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TOO LATE FOR ANYTHING, TOO EARLY FOR NOTHING -
by Tadeusz Dąbrowski
unexpectedly we’ll meet again years later,
quite on purpose we’ll mix beer and wine
with vodka, ride bikes in the middle of the night
around the estate, unexpectedly bumping into the high
kerbstones, trampling flowerbeds, cutting our cheeks
on branches sprung up unexpectedly, then un-
expectedly fall over and, pushing our
warped bicycles, come to my place, then dress
our wounds, later lie down to sleep, in the morning
copulate unexpectedly like animals, out
of fear that something will unexpectedly return
that we felt years ago, when we copulated like humans.
I love this poem by Polish poet Tadeusz Dąbrowski. It celebrates the unexpected awakening of raw, whole hearted, child-like passion between two lovers.
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"When my body and your body
Lie together under a white sheet
Your head on my arm
Your leg thrown over my leg
The whole long continent of you
The pale ridgeline of your ribcage and hip and thigh
Neighbour to me
There is nothing that needs to be explained
Or accomplished, the world is at rest and complete
And though
We drift apart in the eddies of the day
We will find our way back
To the slight hollows that mark the place
Where we lie now, astonished, saying nothing"
Walt Whitman, Nude Study.
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...or a Michael Carson...or both.
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What I would give to have a Shaun Ferguson painting original!
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A photograph of mine on the Nice foreshore in 2008.
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