Joseph Beuys watercolour of a comet in paled tones of ochre

have a wondrous day

Comet
Joseph Beuys, 1956

YEP

Jesse 𓆸 on Substack There, amid the woodbine and bindweed, Titania sleeps—“Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight.” 𓆸 Titania by John Simmons, 1866 There Sleeps Titania by John Simmons, 1872

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A black-and-white photograph of the author, Tom Robbins, in a small workspace surrounded by bookshelves, and stacks of magazines.

“History is always ending and always not ending, and both ways there’s nothing to wait for.” RIP Tom Robbins #sundaysentence

Tom Robbins, Whose Comic Novels Drew a Cult Following, Dies at 92 He blended pop philosophy and absurdist comedy in best-selling books like “Even Cowgirls Get the Blues” and “Skinny Legs and All.”

“I’m extremely reverent; it just depends what I’m looking at. From the outside, my life may look chaotic, but inside I feel like some kind of monk licking an ice cream cone while straddling a runaway horse.” - Tom Robbins www.nytimes.com/2025/02/09/o...

“We are our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.” RIP Tom Robbins

"Real courage is risking something that might force you to rethink your thoughts and suffer change and stretch consciousness. Real courage is risking one's clichés."

~ Tom Robbins

*RIP

In a certain sense the past is far more real, or at any rate more stable, more resilient than the present. The present slips and vanishes like sand between the fingers, acquiring material weight, only in its recollection.

Tarkovsky

“Coldest Month” 16x10 acrylic on paper. www.jeanietomanek.com/new-products...

Photo of wolves howling in the snow.

She shivered, in spite of the scarlet shawl....

"Who has come to sing us carols?" she said.

"Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves. Look out of the window, and you'll see them."

- Angela Carter, "The Company of Wolves"
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Nights at the Circus by Angela Carter. A woman in a green leotard and giant pink wings is dancing/flying.

Reading Angela Carter instead of the news. Can recommend.

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And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,

Yeats, The Song of Wandering Aengus

He looks a little menacing, but I'm sure if you fed him a goldfish cracker he would warm up to you 🖤 #timelapsepainting #timelapseart

The North America Nebula looks like the continent of North America. It’s an emission nebula. Where Mexico and Central America would be is the Cygnus Wall, a dense star-forming region.

A short imaging run from Friday night, on the famous North America Nebula, in the constellation Cygnus, near the bright star Deneb. The NA Nebula spans nearly five degrees of sky. Cygnus is low in the west now as night comes here, so there wasn’t much time #astronomy #astrophotography

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.

Sylvia Plath

Dorothea Tanning, 1958

Secrets furling into themselves, in the folds of fabric, in the whispers of wax, the glimmer of golden thread. A private language of collective haunting written in texture and shadow.

fix your hearts or die

“You could whisper down a well. You could write a letter and keep it in a drawer. You could inscribe a curse on a ribbon of lead and bury it in the ground to lie unread for thousands of years. The point is not to find a reader, the point is the telling itself.” ~ Anne Carson

Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods.
In crisis their souls are visible.

Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

An illustration of a woman in a shimmery white dress standing next to two polar bears under a starry dark sky.

"I send my little dancing lights before me, and my ice bears walk with me everywhere."

From Dreamer of Dreams illustrated by Edmund Dulac
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Good advice for strays during these frigid temperatures.