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Fern - Georg Dionysius Ehret - c.1760s - via The Morgan

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Let’s make a Princess

What does she look like?

a tallow candle glowing beneath its own flame

a porcelain lantern

a curtain fluttering in a window at dawn

a ghost that came and went with the twilight and darkness

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Her hair…

has the sheen of the sea beneath an eclipsed moon

is the color of a leopard’s tongue

is the color of oiled mahogany

is terra cotta, bay and chestnut

is like a helmet or hood

is like the cowl of the monk, magician or cobra

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Go on…

Her face has the fragrance of a gibbous moon

Her eyes are dark birds in fresh snow; they are the birds’ shadows

Her eyes are mirrors

Her eyes are the legends on old charts

Her eyes are antique armor and the tears of dragons

Her brows are a raptor’s sharp, anxious wings

Her brows are a pair of scythes

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And…

Her ears are a puzzle carved in ivory

Her teeth are a bracelet she carries within the red velvet purse of her lips

Her tongue is amber

Her tongue is a ferret

Her tongue is an anemone

Her tongue is a fox caught in the teeth of a tiger

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Er… all right. Moving on…

Her shoulders are the clay in a potter’s kiln

Her shoulders are fieldstones

They are the white, square stones of which walls are made

They are windows covered with steam

They are porcelain

They are opal and moonstone

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Neck?

the foam that curls from the prow of a ship

a sheaf of alfalfa or barley

the lonely dance of the pearl-grey shark

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Okay… what about…

Her legs are quills

Her legs are bundles of wicker

Her legs are candelabra

Their muscles are summer lightning, that flicker like a passing thought

They are captured eels or a cable on a windlass

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Be more specific

Her thighs are geese, pythons, or schooners

Her thighs are cypress or banyan

Her thighs are a forge

Her thighs are shears

Her thighs are the sandstone buttresses of a cathedral

Her thighs are silk or cobwebs

Her calves are sweet with the sap of elders

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All right, that’s getting kinda creepy now

Her feet are bleached bone

Her feet are driftwood

Her feet are springs, marmosets or locusts

Her toes are snails with shells of tears

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You skipped the arms

Her arms are a corral, a fence, an enclosure

They are pennants

They are highways

Her fingers are incense

They are silver fish in clear water

They are the speed of the fish, they are the fish’s wake

They are semaphores

They are meteors

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What about her back?

Her spine is a snake

It is the groove the water snake makes in the glossy mud of the riverbank

Her spine is the strength of the anaconda

It is the anaconda’s unknown hieroglyphic

Her spine is a ladder or a rod

It is a chain or a canal

It is a caravan

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Consider the butt

Her buttocks are freshly-baked loaves

They are the ivory eggs of the lonely phoenix

They are a fist

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Tits?

Her breasts are citrus

Her breasts are soapstone

They are bright cumulus and the smooth fingertips of Musrum

Her breasts are honeycombs and dew-beaded windows

They are soft, sweet cheese

They are sweet apples

They are glass

They are cowries

They are the twin moons of the earth

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Just calm down a bit

The nipples rise like mercury

Like monuments atop flowered hills, above deserts of hot sand

They are savory morels, with the flavor of the forest

Her ribs are a niche, an alcove, an apse

Her stomach is an idol in the niche, alcove or apse

Her stomach is an effigy, a phantom

Her stomach is a beach, a savannah

It is a flagstone warmed by the sun, a cat asleep on the flagstone

It is a bleached canvas sail in hot southern winds

Her navel winks like a doll’s eye, like the eye of a whale, like the drowsy cat

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And down below?

a field of wheat after the harvest neatly furrowed

a nest

a pomegranate

an arrowhead

a rune

a shadow

dew upon an orchid within moss on a smooth white stone

the breath of the deep seas, the abyss, scrimshaw and blue grass, of cold iron

the sex of rain forests, the ibis and the scarab

the sex of mirrors and candles

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Finishing touches…

the hot, careful winds that stroke the veldt

the winds that tastes of clay and seed and blood

the winds that dreamed of tawny, lean animals

halfway between earth and dream

neither magic nor elemental, neither animal nor spirit

eyes that are the sound of rain, chalkbeds and moonlight

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#the source hit me like a wayward zamboni


I didn’t check the source the first time holy crap

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homunculus-argument:

I like looking the stuff in those those dark academia/light academia aesthetic tags but for fun I keep wondering what that kind of thing would look like as a finnish version. Finnish academia aesthetics. Imagine.

Plain blank white-walled rental apartments and a balcony with a beet preserve jar for an ash tray. Aggressively modern-looking campus buildings right next to The Old Academy Hall built in the 1800s. A screenshot of someone’s text message going “I’m eating porridge for a week so I can afford to get drunk on the weekend lol” artistically justapoxed by the side of some quote of a letter by Aleksis Kivi that’s literally saying the same thing. Black coffee in a moomin mug, on a kitchen table next to a window - the clock on the wall says 5:13 and it’s pitch black outside, and you can’t tell if it’s 5 AM or 5 PM. The most soviet-block-ass looking apartment buildings ever constructed in a country that was never invaded by the soviets. A line from a rap song overlaid on a portrait of Jean Sibelius.

People incorrectly tagging the same moodboards as “scandinavian aesthetic” and “slavcore”, keenly observing the apparent similarities and their overlap but unaware that what they’re seeing is not one or the other, but a secret third thing.

hamletthedane:

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myjetpack:

A very large striped snake crawls across a moonlit landscape. It has a lump about half way down its body and a cutaway allows us to see that the snake has eaten a woman who is calmly reading inside. Her thought bubble reads: “I’m glad I had a book with me”.ALT

My latest cartoon for Guardian Books.

herpsandbirds:

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Orange Dove (Ptilinopus victor), male, family Columbidae, endemic to Fiji

photograph by Chris Venetz

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preorders for this design on a hoodie coming Sept 26th!

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saintartemis:

Someday I’m going to write a book about working in museums and have an entire chapter dedicated to the weird things people have said to or have asked me. On second thought maybe I’ll make that the whole book.

Had a woman come around last Christmas time to “sing carols to the ghosts”

A museum I used to work at had a notebook behind the front desk of weird visitor interactions going back to the 1930s

I’ll never forget the time someone called the museum to complain that this solar eclipse wasn’t as good as the one in 1979. I initially assumed he was complaining about our terribly-managed eclipse viewing event, but after ten minutes of ranting I began to suspect he had not been a visitor, and the call ended in the following exchange:

Me: sir, did you- did you actually visit the museum for the eclipse this morning?

Him: No, but I just wanted to let someone know I was disappointed.

Me: You just…. called a museum to complain about the sun?

Him: Well, you’re a SCIENCE museum, aren’t you?

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