( joseph flores in asemic / @aunteef@mstdn.party )

Jarramplas Turnip-throwing festival.

“The only thing I have in common with God is that I don’t exist.”

- Fanny Howe (via @_AustinAdams)

"The site was 'rediscovered' in 1983 after a British newspaper assigned Ian Jack, a journalist and later editor of Granta, to locate exactly where the Blairs had lived."

         "Love

   Love, you come no longer to my dead eyes;
and my idealistic heart cries for you.
All my chalices are waiting, open
for your autumnal hosts and auroral wines.

   Love, divine cross, water my desert
with your astral blood that dreams and weeps.
Love, you return no longer to my dead eyes
that dread and desire, your auroral outburst!

   Love, I don't want you when you're distant,
raffled in the rouge of a happy bacchante
or in the fragile and cute faction of woman.

   Love, come without flesh, from ichor that amazes,
so I, in the way of God, may be a man who loves
and engenders without sensual pleasure!"

--Seiferle's Black Heralds

Bridge Over Troubled Water.