@namk1
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the leaves of tea at the bottom of the cup, reveal patterns, a makebelieve story of us, images swirl rinsed with tea, familiar, fragrant a horde of fragile memories, delicate as the porcelain of my moods, and a heart lost in a million thoughts of you.
© SoulReserve 2017
Bristol Cove, Highland Lake, Winstead, CT, 11/26/2020
Ma confiance dans la poésie est sans limite. Elle est seule capable de me consoler de l’horreur du monde.
Dany Laferrière
(via mignonne-allons-voir-si-la-rose)
Such an interesting and telling juxtaposition. André Breton’s « L’amour fou » (“Mad Love”) is a Surrealist commentary on the illusion of love as a fleeting experience. Such an experience must, at its root, be an expression of capitalistic consumerism. And so, to place the ultimate objects of superficial expression and consumerism atop « L’amour fou » is either an exercise in irony or an insult to an essential insight of the Leader of the French surréalistes.
@ inesmelia
A non-sorted terrigenous deposit of large clasts in a matrix of fines.
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