'Zeta held a star inside him.The sunlight shifted to his energy.The moon lit with him'. Zeta held his hands out before him, moving his arms with the flow of the energy inside of him. He shut his eyes, breathing in through his nose and holding it as heat gathered in the pit of his stomach. There was nothing like it; feeling the spark build inside him. It was almost like he was his own source of light. Like he had his own star growing inside of him, flowing in his blood. His father told him once, when he first started practising magic, that it would feel like a second heartbeat, keeping him alive. How non-mages of the kingdom could survive with only one heart and one soul, he sometimes wasn’t sure. “Boreas, do you see it?” he asked, as the air rippled like sunlight bouncing off a stream. “I do. And this is the last time I’m going to see it, Zeta.” When Boreas smiled, his whole demeanour shifted. He was always so stoic. Zeta couldn’t stand that about him. He ought to smile all the time. It made him look much friendlier. But perhaps he liked to look mysterious. “The bell struck minutes ago. You’ll be late for dinner with Lady Tamanna.” Zeta sighed. “Alright, fine.”

Another blackout poem from my epic fantasy WIP, ‘The Wildfire King’! Zeta's a teen who doesn't want to stop studying.

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Ariel, bianco teschio, leonessa triste di Dio: dal buio penetriamo nel grande giardino di questa morte / di questo amore. La distruzione è un viso notturno, un'amante antica che non posso afferrare - morta per la morte nel sorriso della compiutezza.

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Nikke Naeme

The Works Of Brion Gysin & William S. Burroughs

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Paul Béliveau (Canadian, b. 1954)

Autodafé I, 2019

Acrylic on canvas

La Jmdc est fan d’alaptitecuillere. 😍

dans ce paysages d'ombres

la lumière se raconte en noir

elle immerge l'espace

explose la matière

sans paroles

et rencontre le temps

.

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Albarran Cabrera   —–   Instagram

The Mouth of Krishna

#347 Platinum/Palladium print #348 Platinum/Palladium print

We’d like to thank @ibasho___gallery and @sieboldhuis for thinking on us to be part of the Wabi-Sabi exhibition @sieboldhuis starting on 23 September. Japanese definitions of beauty have been developed over many generations. Japan has focused on the natural world adopting a sensitivity to and appreciation for nature. The Japanese have developed a distinct sense of aesthetics to depict different kinds of beauty, and among them we find the concepts wabi and sabi. After the Heian period, during the Medieval Times and inspired by Buddhism a new set of aesthetic values are developed centered in “the lack/absence of apparent external beauty”, discovering “another new beauty”, more elevated and sober based on simplicity, nature, impermanence, poverty, imperfection, coldness. Wabi means “poverty.” To be poor, that is, not dependent on things worldly and yet to feel inwardly the presence of something of the highest value. Wabi is to be satisfied with a little hut, like the log cabin of Thoreau, to stay content with the contemplation of Nature. Sabi literally means “loneliness.” Sabi consists in rustic imperfection. In poetry Sabi stands for “austere and solitary beauty.” Sabi suggests the passing of time and the patina this passing produces in the worldly things destined to vanish. Wabi sabi represents rustic and desolate beauty that correlates with a dark, bleak beauty that can be easily overlooked; but that it can be found everywhere: such as a small worn-down hut hidden in the forest, the shy first green sprouts fighting their way out in the snow in a high-mountain village. Wabi sabi is linked with a discreet beauty in the colourless, the old, and the fragile. In short, the beauty of a cold, bleak, solitary, wintry landscape that is used as a symbol representing and suggesting the impermanence of men. We could say that new aesthetics places us on the way to an imperfect beauty that leads us directly to the infinite beauty.

sans mesure

elle s'oublie

dans les bras de la nuit

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#DéfiCaviardage

La JMDC vous propose ce défi : à partir de ce texte de Jean Tardieu, exprimez toute votre créativité en créant un poème ou texte inédit.

Imprimez le texte, caviardez-le puis partagez le résultat sur votre Tumblr en ajoutant le hashtag #DéfiCaviardage. 

Tous les goûts sont permis et tous les visuels aussi. Lancez-vous et surtout faites-vous plaisir ! Caviardez, caviardez, il en restera toujours quelque-chose.

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Quelle poésie ! 😍

un matin de soleil

elle contemplera l'éternité

en équilibre sur le monde

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« la lumière du jour au bord du ruisseau (les femmes) l'espoir le temps simplement maintenant (et rien de plus) »

– R.C. 09/08/2022*

Flamboyante parmi l’obscur – de Sophie Grenaud 😍

Un petit livret publicitaire entièrement recouvert et caviardé. - A commercial leaflet entirely recovered with marker-

Sea.