Timm Ulrichs: Der Findling (1978) Performance: 10 hours in a closed stone
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Water lily harvesting in Bangladesh. August 5, 2016.
Zakir Hossain Chowdhury
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stinkytofubaby on instagram
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“Live with us and be a rabbit.“ From Good Times on Our Street by Gates, Huber, Peardon and Salisbury, 1945.
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Whale bones on the S. Coast of Snæfellsnes, near Búðir, Iceland, ca. 1900
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And Day Brought Back My Night
It was so simple: you came back to me
And I was happy. Nothing seemed to matter
But that. That you had gone away from me
And lived for days with him—it didn’t matter.
That I had been left to care for our old dog
And house alone—couldn’t have mattered less!
On all this, you and I and our happy dog
Agreed. We slept. The world was worriless.
I woke in the morning, brimming with old joys
Till the fact-checker showed up, late, for work
And started in: Item: it’s years, not days.
Item: you had no dog. Item: she isn’t back,
In fact, she just remarried. And oh yes, item: you
Left her, remember? I did? I did. (I do.)
-Geoffrey Brock
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Avery Tharp photographed by Max Farago for Pop #30 Spring/Summer 2014.
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from Welcome to Our Dimension Party 2nd Edition x
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dragonite
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We’ve Been Discussing What It Would Mean to Have a Child in These of All Times
Robin Myers
Inside the third zucchini
is a reddish worm, ribbed,
ready as a joystick, flailing
as if rattled from a long sleep.
Behemoth, mortal, I put down
the paring knife for a better look.
Does it take the open air for a roaring
wind, what will it eat here, what
will it do now.
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“The poems I had written were failures, but dense ones. It seemed appropriate to think the person’s attempt at wholeness was a series of missteps, which if drawn across an afternoon might prove interesting to other people. I had a way of reminding my friends that we were all in pain, but a fruit tart kind of pain strangers can’t help but enjoy. That day I had, in a sense, gathered all my possessions and gone out onto the street with them.”
— Renee Gladman, Juice
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Bioregional Quiz
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