Maybe Things Are Different, Maybe They're The Same

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Johan Christian Dahl, detail of Smoke from Cannon Shots.

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Johan Christian Dahl, detail of Smoke from Cannon Shots.

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Gustave Moreau - Study for Lady Macbeth (1851)
Brian De Palma - Carrie (1976)

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hfglmeisel:

1991 Dolce & Gabbana

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hfglmeisel:

1991 Dolce & Gabbana

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Sagittarius (Nov 22-Dec 21): Look at the field, writes Ali Shapiro, the way/ there’s no one else in it, the way/ even now, having left you,/ I’m still what’s left. Sagittarius, this is a love poem for you the way that all of life could be filled with love poems for you, poems wherein you stand firmly at the center of your own sadness and hold it without artifice or resentment in your hands. Archer, I have seen you bend your bow and string your arrow. The only thing I can’t make out is what you’re aiming for. Make sure that your target is what you want and not what you wish you wanted. Look at the field—which is the field of your life or at least one of your lives. Is it verdant? Can you find everything you need—can you find sustenance? Maybe it’s an empty field. Maybe your lover is there with you or the shadow of the lover you thought you left. It doesn’t matter. If you’re what’s left, Sagittarius, are you enough?

August horoscope by Galactic Rabbit on The Hairpin.

"Leave Me Alone But Take Me With You" by Ali Shapiro

I can’t even be alone
when I’m alone, the way the field hums
all our old songs, the moon
pulling everything closer. You’re the ghost
in my throat, the lump I swallow
and swallow, the name that comes out
of my mouth no matter who
I meant to call. I meant to call more
people back. To love someone other
than you and myself and the dog.
Now look at the moon, its far
hard rim, a coin in the wide
dark palm of the sky—it’s the way
I remember your body, brilliant
and out of my reach. I’ve been lonely for years
but never minutes. That’s why
I’m so terrible at it, that’s why
I keep needing to be rescued. Night here
has a pulse, electric and warm, each ear of corn
a live wire. It’s the crickets, the thrum
of rubbed wings, it’s the way
you used to touch me—your limbs
all bows, my limbs
all strings. Look at the sky, it’s everywhere
tonight, relentless and empty
of signs. Look at the field, the way
there’s no one else in it, the way
even now, having left you,
I’m still what’s left.

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Jean Langkau
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circumhorizontal arcs photographed by (click pic) david england, andy cripe, del zane, todd sackmann and brandon rios. this atmospheric phenomenon, otherwise known as a fire rainbow, is created when light from a sun that is at least 58 degrees above the horizon passes through the hexagonal ice crystals that form cirrus clouds which, because of quick cloud formation, have become horizontally aligned. (see also: previous cloud posts)

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another comic from an issue of Dune
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another comic from an issue of Dune