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Nicolas Robert @robertsnickc.bsky.social · 11/10/2026

A falling flower, thought I Fluttering back to the branch Was a butterfly ~ Arakida Moritake (1473 – 1549) #Drawing, Butterfly from ‘Language of Her Body’ by Keiji Shinohara.

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lililimonada @lililimonada.bsky.social · 11/10/2026

thou wind holding all songs on you rest awhile undress lie light let me breath you speechless thou air in and out onethread lire onethread bow slow fast still unstoppable no fall asleep no daydream thou stream inmutable flow —

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lililimonada @lililimonada.bsky.social · 11/10/2026

Ishtar Gate. Babylon, Iraq. 1932. Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division. Washington, D.C.

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lililimonada @lililimonada.bsky.social · 11/10/2026

Moonless night. A bird dreaming trills awake; from the gnarled pine, the roosted flock of starlings stirred flutters away.

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John Glenday @johnglenday.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

I hadn’t realised how starved of good moss poems i was till this Lydia Harris pamphlet from Scarlet Tiger Press arrived.

Illustrative cover to Lydia Harris’s pamphlet ‘if she was my god’ showing stylised swallows over bog cotton.

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

From Theodore Roethke's notebooks

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lililimonada @lililimonada.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Luminous and sincere, it brought to mind this Branch of Apples, by Charles Burchfield (1911).

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lililimonada @lililimonada.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Love this level of light intensity; it is generous, tactile.

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lililimonada @lililimonada.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

a clay rice bowl more delicious every day

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lililimonada @lililimonada.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

(3/3) The old woman flipping thick, gritty corn tortillas on the hearth's hot stone.

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lililimonada @lililimonada.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

(2/3) Kernels -violet, magenta, yellow, pearly white- tumbled into organic mounds, as harvest termite hills, amidst towering stacks of corncobs: skeletal dancers clad in rustling bleached husks, huddled together as they awaited the fire that would consume them.

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lililimonada @lililimonada.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

(1/3) With nimble thumbs we shelled dried ears of corn, seated at the doorstep of the smoky tiny ranch, between pigsty and chicken coops.

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Eyes @tmariis.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

"And if I remove my one good eye, position it In a circle made by thumb and index finger, Steady against the page Like a magnifying glass, I insist that all the disorder and odor of The world is there, trapped Between two words" John Latta, Perfect Sentences 📷 John Loengard, Brassaï's Eye (1981)

Close-up black and white photograph of Brassaï's face. His right eye is positioned in a circle made by thumb and index finger.

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lililimonada @lililimonada.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

—subtle overtones that smooth certain frequencies, as if steeping the music in a sepia mist—

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Kevin Anthony Brown @kevinabrown.com @kevinanthonybrown.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

29 October 2026 "Beyond Autonauts of the Cosmoroute, he never published a diary. Aurora Bernárdez says that Cortázar’s best autobiography is his correspondence." Kevin Anthony Brown on «Selected Letters of Julio Cortázar, Vol. 1 (1937-1966)». www.newenglishreview.org/articles/car...

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Cartagrafía: Letters from Julio F Cortázar - New English ReviewCartagrafía: Letters from Julio F Cortázar - New English Review

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Paul Cooper @paulmmcooper.com · 30/09/2026

This is the plot of The Old Man and the Sea

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John Glenday @johnglenday.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

rereading Zagajewski this morning.

Final Four stanzas of Adam Zagajewski poem A Talk with Friedrich Nietzsche.

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Joe Devlin @joedevlin.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Hole punch drawings.

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lililimonada @lililimonada.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

All the heavens spurring the senses —the flanks (ijares) of thought, mount au trot… quite a ride!

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kimdorman.bsky.social @kimdorman.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

(last day of September ) At dusk, the blue-tailed bee-eaters catch dragonflies in mid-air.

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lililimonada @lililimonada.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Illustrious company! Happy birthday & long sight. Ante la luz de unos serenos ojos que al sol dan luz con que da luz al suelo, mi alma así se enciende que recelo que presto tendrá muerte sus despojos [...] - Opening fragment of Erastro's first sonnet. La Galatea. Miguel de Cervantes.

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lililimonada @lililimonada.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

She is absolutely charming; thank you for sharing such a touching shot.

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Sherri Mabe @starlitwaltz.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

“There was no such thing as emptiness in the world. Even in the sky there were no vacant places. Everywhere there was life, visible and invisible, and every object possessed something that would be good for us to have also—even to the very stones.” Luther Standing Bear #classicmono #infrared