Saturday, October 18, 2014
neil-gaiman:

House
NEIL GAIMAN
illustration by ALLEN WILLIAMS

Presenting “House,” an original poem by Neil Gaiman in celebration of National Poetry Month on Tor.com, acquired for Tor.com by consulting editor Ellen Datlow.


“House”
Sometimes I think it’s like I live in a big giant head on a hilltopmade of papier mache, a big giant head of my own head.I polish the eyes which would be windows, ormow the lawn, I mean this is my house we’re talking about hereeven if it is a big giant papier mache head that looks just like mine.And people who go past in cars or buses or see the house the head on the hill from trains they think the house is me.I’ll be sleeping there, or polishing the eyes, or weeding the lawn, but no-one will see me, no-one would look. And no-one would ever come. And if I waved no-one even knows it was me waving.They’d all be looking in the wrong place, at the head on the hill.
I can see your house from here.



http://www.tor.com/stories/2013/04/house-neil-gaiman

neil-gaiman:

House

illustration by ALLEN WILLIAMS

Presenting “House,” an original poem by Neil Gaiman in celebration of National Poetry Month on Tor.com, acquired for Tor.com by consulting editor Ellen Datlow.

“House”

Sometimes I think it’s like I live in a big giant head on a hilltop
made of papier mache, a big giant head of my own head.
I polish the eyes which would be windows, or
mow the lawn, I mean this is my house we’re talking about here
even if it is a big giant papier mache head that looks just like mine.
And people who go past 
in cars or buses or see the house the head on the hill from trains 
they think the house is me.
I’ll be sleeping there, or polishing the eyes, or weeding the lawn, 
but no-one will see me, no-one would look. 
And no-one would ever come. And if I waved no-one even knows it was me waving.
They’d all be looking in the wrong place, at the head on the hill.

I can see your house from here.

http://www.tor.com/stories/2013/04/house-neil-gaiman

(Source: mirror-e-d)

Friday, October 17, 2014

sixpenceee:

Diphylleia grayi also known as the skeleton flower. The petals turn transparent with the rain.

We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger. T.S. Eliot, “The Cocktail Party” + (via mythologyofblue)

likeafieldmouse:

Josh Tonsfeldt - Untitled (2014) - Spray paint, pigment print & spider’s web on paper

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

awritersruminations:

It is always October when I allow
a furrow of lightning in. What a fool—
to want everything the skin can know.

—Meghan Maguire Dahn, from “Dendrite

why yes, i’ve been awake since 330 a.m. and i have to ‘wake up’ at 630 for class… yes, brain, i love when you do this.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014
humansofnewyork:

"We’re all victims of the architect. Architecture is the only art that you can’t help but feel. You can avoid paintings, you can avoid music, and you can even avoid history. But good luck getting away from architecture."

humansofnewyork:

"We’re all victims of the architect. Architecture is the only art that you can’t help but feel. You can avoid paintings, you can avoid music, and you can even avoid history. But good luck getting away from architecture."

Monday, October 13, 2014
i said to the sun, tell me about the big bang. the sun said, it hurts to become. andrea gibson, i sing the body electric, especially when my power’s out (via abscidium). (via americanisis)

(Source: ale-thea)

natgeotravel:

Reflections: A young boy casts a striking comparison to an aging man lost in a book on a ferry in Istanbul. 
Photograph by Merve Ates, National Geographic Your Shot

natgeotravel:

Reflections: A young boy casts a striking comparison to an aging man lost in a book on a ferry in Istanbul. 

Photograph by Merve Ates, National Geographic Your Shot

sailor-lovehandles:

the interior of a girl in love

sailor-lovehandles:

the interior of a girl in love

Sunday, October 12, 2014

(Source: Flickr / imable)