locomotion

When I fall into the abyss, I go straight into it, head down and heels up, and I’m even pleased that I’m falling in just such a humiliating position, and for me I find it beautiful. And so in that very shame I suddenly begin a hymn.
—Fyodor Dostoevsky

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up above you through you

Here is the earth, and you are on it. The earth is great: it’s wide and narrow and easy and hard. Here is a throat for you to keep: it contains a voice.

-Aaron Kunin

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the spirit grows in darkness

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everything

You’ve given up everything to be free. Take it one step further, give up your freedom itself: and everything will be returned to you.

– Sartre

Strike It Rich

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arctic feminism

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tending

tending towards beauty and intimacy..

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fruit conferred

Palm fans
In the fog which surrounds the trees, the leaves are stripped—leaves defaced already by slow oxidation, deadened by the sap’s out-seeping for flowers’ and fruits’ gain, since the harsh heats of August made of them a less.
In the bark, vertical furrows crease and slit where dampness drains to the earth’s base, indifferent to the living citizens of the trunk.
Flowers scattered, fruit conferred. Since youth, this relinquishing of breathing attributes and body parts has become for the trees a standard practice.
-Francis Ponge
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