elodieunderglass:

“Knitting Madonna” detail from the Buxtehude Altar. German 1400-10.

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Otto Piene, No Music, 2006

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nemfrog:

Some ideas about the moon. The Wonderworld of Science: Book Four. 1946. 

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redlipstickresurrected:

Samuel Bjorgum (American, b. 1975, Minneapolis, MN, USA) - Untitled, 2014 Paintings: Oil on Panel

Pauline Oliveros Lecture (Montréal 2016) | Red Bull Music Academy ›

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The land where nothing counts: an illustration from The Man Who Was Dead by Arthur Williams Marchmont, 1907.

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holochrome:

Credit to https://www.instagram.com/yaneina/

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yesterdaysprint:

Times Signal, Zanesville, Ohio, January 11, 1925

Three generations of slang!

worldartcollection:

James Nares

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Questions In the Mind of A Poet While She Washes Her Floors

sashayed:

Will obedience leave me unknown to myself, stranded?

Is it enough for me to know where I’m from?

If I do more truth-telling will I be happier with what I say?

If I had three days to live would I still be sensible?

Is the break between my feelings and my memory
the reason I’m unable to sustain rage?

Am I a peninsula slowly turning into an island?

If I grew up gazing at the ocean would I think
life came in waves?

If I were a nomad would I measure time
by the length of a footstep?

If I can see a cup drop to the floor and shatter
why can’t I see it gather itself back together?

If a surgeon cut out my mistakes
would the scar be under my heart?

How much time will I spend protecting myself
from what the people I love call love?

Would my desires feel different if I lived forever?

Will my desires destroy my politics?

Is taboo sex the ultimate aphrodisiac?

If I fall in love with the wrong person
How do I learn to un-in love myself?

Can I make my intuition into a divining rod?

Is music the closest I can get to God?

How many of these questions will remain
when I kneel to wash my floors again?

Elena Giorgiou
from
Mercy Mercy Me, 2000