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"I've made a shocking discovery about Somerset."

"We are the eyelids of defeated caves."

— Allen Tate (via @Isidro_Li)

"The Old Tech-Chem Building reuses the same Ruscha structure from the 1992 canvas—you can see the old logo wearing off the side. But in the 2003 version, it says 'Fat Boy' on it. The sky is an ominous wildfire-saturated red—or maybe a nuclear holocaust red."

"Ode for Ted

From under the crunch of my man’s boot
green oat-sprouts jut;
he names a lapwing, starts rabbits in a rout
legging it most nimble
to sprigged hedge of bramble,
stalks red fox, shrewd stoat.

Loam-humps, he says, moles shunt
up from delved worm-haunt;
blue fur, moles have; hefting chalk-hulled flint
he with rock splits open
knobbed quartz; flayed colors ripen
rich, brown, sudden in sunlight.

For his least look, scant acres yield:
each finger-furrowed field
heaves forth stalk, leaf, fruit-nubbed emerald;
bright grain sprung so rarely
he hauls to his will early;
at his hand’s staunch hest, birds build.

Ringdoves roost well within his wood,
shirr songs to suit which mood
he saunters in; how but most glad
could be this adam’s woman
when all earth his words do summon
leaps to laud such man’s blood!"

--Sylvia Plath

Twa corbies.