Here I am, dreaming about the creation of a new mag. Will it happen? Maybe not--but neither is it a hopeless proposition.
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This May Day bouquet that the Franciscan nuns from the convent next door brought over will *never* be topped.

Normalize going a-maying with thy courtesans.

I am reminded by Ryan Wilson that today in 1274 (750 years ago), Dante Alighieri saw Beatrice for the first time.

Sometimes I wish I could take all that extra thinking generated by the overthinkers and donate it to the underthinkers.

If you find these matches, there’s a strong chance you may be a character in a Flannery O’Connor story.

Common Tree Angel II | 2024 | 25x17cm
#art #painting #imagination #angels #trees

The luxury of columbine.

Oh, those lovely trilobites!

Camas (blue) a vital traditional food for local native tribes, and Death Camas (white), which is fatal if consumed. Their bulbs, which must be harvested before flowering, are basically indistinguishable.

Fool having found that which he thought lost
2019 | 31x21cm
#art #imagination

“Narcissism is the very opposite of strong self-love. Self-absorption does not produce gratification, it produces injury to the self…

Looking always for an expression or reflection of [oneself]… one drowns in the self.”

- Richard Sennet, quoted by Byung-Chul Han

Present view (Lectronamo, 1978.)

I posted a few days ago about how I've abruptly exploded into a renewed love of poetry, and I just posted how much I loved a recent Paul J. Pastor poem, so it's perhaps no surprise that my latest poetry acquisition is this, just purchased #bowerlodge

Paul is a gift. It is no overstatement to say he is among the best of poets working today.

Foolishness can often be discerned from wisdom simply by asking whether a small thing is being said with big words, or a big thing is being said with small ones.

The lost scrolls have been found in Herculaneum, along with hints regarding the grave of Plato.

Time to assemble a ragtag team of poets, pro wrestlers, and philosophers, to find the tomb and unlock Plato’s long-buried Final Form.

A fresh Friday poem by me to lead you out of the week: “Of Holy Indolence, the End of All Life.”

Embrace boredom (fertile internal emptiness).

Reject tedium (sterile external fullness).

Learn to know the difference.

There is nothing in all the universe which does not in some way vibrate within the heart of God.