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Hell of a Drug.

   "When will this mocking light,
This still recurring eye-ache have an end?"

--J Stanyan Bigg

"Close your eyes and imagine a warehouse full of sectionals, all of them taupe." (via @_ryanruby_)

"The Mood of Depression

You dark mouth inside me,
You are strong, shape
Composed of autumn cloud,
And golden evening stillness;
In the shadows thrown
By the broken pine trees
A mountain stream turns dark in the green light;
A little town
That piously dies away into brown pictures.

Now the black horses rear
In the foggy pasture.
I think of soldiers!
Down the hill, where the dying sun lumbers,
The laughing blood plunges,
Speechless
Under the oak trees! Oh the hopeless depression
Of an army; a blazing steel helmet
Fell with a clatter from purpled foreheads.

The autumn night comes down so coolly.
With her white habit glittering like the stars
Over the broken human bodies
The convent nurse is silent."

--Wright & Bly's Trakl

Moonrise.