Talk into the void

Hi I'm Raphael Schnee. I'm a mess. Love me.

nevver:

Return to Magenta, Julieanne Kost

blastedheath:

Michel Seuphor (Belgian, 1901-1999), Un chant d’homme, 1975. Ink and collage on paper, 67 x 51 cm.

blastedheath:

Michel Seuphor (Belgian, 1901-1999), Un chant d’homme, 1975. Ink and collage on paper, 67 x 51 cm.

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archatlas:

Settlements & Architecture Klaus Leidorf

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Untitled (read me)

imvastlyunfinished:

the government probably
does read my poetry.

hello. it is engraved
in graves. my sword.

this device / clears.
cleaver years. those clever

deer all over the
cemetery. you said your

name was Paul, was it?
generated Paul, was it?

augmented Paul, was it?
was that an honest moment

in your life? dear? welcome
here, the page of bi-clustered

muck couplets. i dug
this up from the dirt. your

government heart can
understand me. you dig?

several years apart / grass
overgrown between us.

chill in these slashes /
line breaks and the bigger

//

stanza breaks. need a
break? class only just

started. poetry 101 for
government speculation

is in session, no disruptions
please. read lines 1 through

i am a terrorist / i am not
a terrorist. poetic license

what does your government
heart believe? watch out for

                                                               displacements &
                                                               little problems.
                                                               irregularities. spooked
                                                               you, didn’t i?

ask yourself if there was
deeper meaning in that. maybe
now i am a terrorist / not a
terrorist that i have left you no
double slashes to rest in. maybe
now i am a terrorist / not a
terrorist that i refuse to continue
punctuating do be punctual though
manners are still appropriate i
can do what i want though perhaps
little did i know i was being
watched little did i know i was being
recorded silly me silly you silly me
how far into this did your professor
tell you to read im sure they began
as a lawyer who was their professor
did you read them did you forget
how this poem began where are you
right now and what is the time what
was the last thing you said to your
mother does she know you are such
an artistic government employee
do you find the best and least harmful
poems to send to her on mothers
day youre human too im sure but
your heart is another question maybe

now i am a terrorist / not a
terrorist that i have let up and

shown mercy. maybe
now i am a human / not a

human that i have read this
poem back again on a

government computer. maybe
now my government heart

has seen the graves of my
sword and its overgrown layers. maybe

now i am afraid / not afraid
of consequence. now have i

done wrong? simple question
simple answer / yesnoyesnoyesno

what of me do you see, Paul?
if that is your real government

given name / gold years
imply a descent. time is

waiting for your professional
opinion. things are slowing

down. the government’s eye
is (on) you. there are no wrong

answers, but yours better be
the best, because everyone is

waiting. take
your time though.

beben-eleben:

Alex McLean, a licensed pilot and photographer, took these gorgeous photos “just by sticking his camera out the window”.

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nevver:

Hide in plain sight, Kelly Nicolaisen