#machine mountain

[springtimebat]

Kikiyama (A Short, Experimental Poem)

“Build bridges, not walls”  is the statement sprayed across a subway station as I make my way to my afternoon classes. It’s just past noon, the mildew in the air makes me feel more awake, more aware. I can appreciate my corporate surroundings, analyse a reality which is less than ideal. I take apart the statement mentioned in my head many times as I walk, take it apart piece by piece like large segments of concrete. Man-made concrete that would crush me, take apart my body, discrete my inner being just as I myself destroy its inspirational edifice. The underground I take three times, sometimes six, a week swallows me in tiny bites, pressing against my hips, dips and marks. The subway car I take slides open a rubble-grey door. Its amber lights lick and leer at my face, my spots, like a hollow feeler, or perhaps a greedy, swollen tongue. And I want to die on this platform.

Build bridges, not walls. Scrawled in an artist’s blood, the poet's handwriting giving way to their rushing soul. Yet, all their screed remains hidden with underground chambers. Their language provokes great rebellion, unification despite worldly barriers, great masterworks made in periods of immense trauma. This personal mantra, however, remains a simple, silver line on our man-made caves under citizen footsteps. Kikyama, or “machine mountain”. Loosely translated, much like the shackles that sometimes appear on the paper wrists of the upper suburbia. To the uninitiated, such a term may bring to mind bright thoughts. A kaleidoscope of restrained emotion. Instances of humanity displayed with evocative clarity. 

A collective sky-garden like hallowed halls during space travel. Perhaps, this too is simply a stark projection from me. Accidental poetry, accidental dreams. Manufactured dreams, maybe? Manufactured dreams of grief and sadness. 

Still, even with these jumbled ideas and themes that persist (and chip, chip, chip away), I go back to the subway walls and their slow decay. Build bridges, not walls, spray painted onto a lime-green wall. That is my personal, secret machine mountain, my cave composed of ash, and air, and shadow. Slowly, I begin to board my train away. 

[doctorskelegoats]

The world glows as she enters the thanergy halo. Going to Georgia is Nav all over. Artist credit: Twitter user AhnDangerous

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

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traditional knife 石镰shilian specially used to harvest glutinous rice

[everestentertainments]

Never thought a Marvel movie ending with a dance party set to “Dog Days are Over” by Florence and the Machine would make me emotional, but, well, here we are

[aleydraws]

And if you don't love me now, you will never love me again

I can still hear you saying we would never break the chain

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I know everyone and their second cousin has drawn locked tomb art based on this pose but if the shoe fits

[mattaytchtaylor]

Recently finished commission for @maimedmarshal and their OC Valruun!

[eternalgirlscout]

I was sitting in the street I don't believe I've made it clear what exactly I mean by that I was sitting in the middle of the street Dust made its way into my cuffs even though everything was tucked in real tight and I saw colors forming in the west Bright feathers reflected on the sky, now Good news Good news

"Azo Tle Nelli in Tlaltipac?" live at the Palace Theater, St. Paul, 04-12-2024

[officialrailscales]

MK16 Monday

RSBM-P | FDE

HTP XOS-H 3.5-Slot MLOK Scale | Matrix Texture | FDE

- RS

[nakachokos]

hey everyone. i wrote some stuff and drew some things about my favorite mountain goats songs and it’s free to download. your mountain goats source of the future… now!

[deeraredear]

new patch, marker/paint and mod podge on scrap fabric

[btheleaf]

[adamshallperish]

thank you for the tag @lesbianjudasiscariot to post three albums i've been listening to recently!

i don't know if anyone's shocked by this lineup, but they should be concerned.

tagging @onconstellationstreetmp3 @degenderates @threecheer @oliredandgrey @goodmotorfinger @jeffament @whimperandabang and anyone else who wants to

[veinsfullofstars]

🛸 Unidentified friend-shaped object🛸 

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Shadow Kirby interacting with Doc. Top left - SK wearing the Spark hat, giving off arcs of electricity and running for his life as Doc chases after him in his UFO, a metal claw grabber extended from the front, a thought bubble over his head showing a Charge Tank. Top right - SK flying away in Doc’s UFO, sticking his tongue out and waving cheekily down at the bespectacled rat, who hops up and down in steaming anger. Bottom right - Doc hovering in his UFO, a flexible metal arm with a gloved hand at the end extending from the underside and reaching for SK, in his own gold-and-gray UFO form, who looks up at the hand in surprise. Bottom left - Doc standing professorially in front of a projection screen covered in scribbles and simplified images of his UFO, blabbering on while SK, sitting in front of him, rubs his head in clear confusion. END ID.)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 (you’re here!) | Part 6 | Part 7 | Compilation

Sketch started btw 12/23 - 05/24, render started 05/28/24, finished 05/31/24.

[goingtothebes]

"The other allegation levelled against these songs was the old saw about one man baring his soul, etc. I have spent the last five years waging war against such facile, reductive, post-romantic descriptions of what it is that songwriters do, but since the war has proven futile, to hell with it: These songs are all pages ripped from my diary, which drips blood. I have been alive for over 2000 years and routinely stalk those who have made me feel vulnerable. I was born in at least seven different countries. If I am not omnipotent then I am at least superhuman. I am incapable of understanding the viewpoints of other sentient beings and will take anything ever said to me as a direct personal threat. None of these songs were written. They are all spontaneous eruptions of directly experienced personal pain, deeply felt and wholly unvanquishable. Each time I sing any one of them I further aggravate a wound which will never heal." - John Darnielle, Zopilote Machine rewritten liner notes, 1998

[tangerine22]

can't wait to see what sort of twisted adjectives spotify wrapped uses to describe my music taste

[jt1674]