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Fallow Deer in the Bavarian Alps by German Photographer Uwe Steger (shot with a Nikon D800)

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"To feel anything
deranges you. To be seen
feeling anything strips you
naked. In the grip of it
pleasure or pain doesn’t
matter. You think what
will they do what new
power will they acquire if
they see me naked like
. If they see you
feeling. You have no idea
what. It’s not about them.
To be seen is the penalty."

- Anne Carson, Red Doc> (via foxesinbreeches)

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Diamanda Galás

Lina Scheynius

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Lucifer Rising, 1972, Kenneth Anger

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Identity overload | ROUGH TYPE



The struggle with the limits of what’s “inside” — the struggle with the limits of personality — has long been the source of the best art. We tend to characterize art as “self-expression,” but that’s really more a description of bad art. The immature artist, as Eliot wrote, is constantly giving in to the urge to vent what’s inside, whereas the mature artist seeks to escape that urge.

The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality. … The bad poet is usually unconscious where he ought to be conscious, and conscious where he ought to be unconscious. Both errors tend to make him “personal.” Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.

Social media turns us all into bad poets.

i think about this concept constantly. art’s not about you.


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Invitation to an Area night club party. The capsule was placed in water and the invitation appeared. Area was open from 1983 to 1987.

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Saturn on April 4, 2014
Source: Lights In The Dark

Yuan Dongping

a poem i made using snippets of messages i’ve received on OKCupid

Anonymous asked: What was it like being dead?


Hello, Anonymous.

What was it like being dead? Do you want to endure the feeling of the dead nothingness is what I am being any length of time passing and the being called.”drop dead gorgeous”.

Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird.


Mathilde Roussel

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Gerhard Richter: Kl. Badende [Small Bather], 1994

Naturen (by Agnes Hebert Jagrelius)