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kimdorman.bsky.social @kimdorman.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

Much later you see what you saw. -Yannis Ritsos (tr. Paul Merchant)

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Ida @private-ida.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

I see something you don't see.

Print of a self-portrait by Frida Kahlo in a black frame and a shadow on the wall beside it.

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Tapetenvogel @tapetenvogel.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

zwei Welten in einer

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Ida @private-ida.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Autumn is here and I haven’t seen a single chestnut dropping at my feet yet. Instead, the younger but still prematurely aged trees - due to the leaf-mining moth - blossom for a second time. They clearly command the resources of youth. Anyway. The weekend looks set to be sunny, though not too warm.

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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

The first sorrow of autumn is the slow good-bye of the garden that stands so long in the evening—a brown poppy head, the stalk of a lily, and still cannot go. Ted Hughes

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Ida @private-ida.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

Radio on and the presenter is complaining about her son who is content with just one pair of shoes. 🥱 Turning to the newspaper and my gaze falls on a headline saying that the rooks ravaged the graves in the old cemetery. Now that’s interesting!

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Ulrica Hume @uhume.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

the clouds pass by quickly the world is heavy

[Lady with a Cup of Tea by Laura Muntz Lyall (1896)]

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Sylvia Plath Bot @sylvia-plath-bot.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

Waiting lies heavy on my lids. It lies like sleep, Like a big sea. Far off, far off, I feel the first wave tug Its cargo of agony toward me, inescapable, tidal.

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Ida @private-ida.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

A dark blue evening sky with a single, delicate cloud whose shape resembles a flying superhero with a cape. Or a closed eyelid, a dreamer in the sky. A sleeping elephant passes by. A whole herd of them looming on the horizon.

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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

An era can be said to end when its basic illusions are exhausted. Arthur Miller

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Ida @private-ida.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

"Mutter sagte, dass das Leben immer dann voller Glück sei, wenn es uns Erinnerungen schenkt. Es war ihr Rezept, wenn etwas sich anders herausstellte, als man es sich gewünscht hatte." Iris Wolff, "Leuchtende Schatten"

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Ida @private-ida.bsky.social · 09/09/2026

Message on a park bench...

Asphalt path through a park with large trees.

Two left-behind beverage cans on a park bench. Written on the back of the bench: 'I hate waiting, but I' d wait for you.'

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Ida @private-ida.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

Tried to enjoy today like the last of the summer. The Japanese Nagori, literally the imprint of the waves, means the wistfulness after this final treat at the end of the season. A taste of impending farewell. 'But you’re getting ever younger,' the doctor shouts out to me. Ha! The Curious Case of I.

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jú @joolischka.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

Vom Bett ins Meer schlüpfen, mein Traum.

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Ida @private-ida.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

"...Imagination is having to live in a dead person’s future. Grief is wearing a dead person’s dress forever."

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Ida @private-ida.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

"Whichever stone you lift— you lay bare those who need the protection of stones: naked, now they renew their entwinement." ... Paul Celan, "Whichever Stone You Lift"

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Herbert Pföstl @herbert-pfostl.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

We stones When someone lifts us He lifts the Foretime— - Nelly Sachs, “Chorus of the Stones”

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Katka(June)Alanna @katkajune.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

#gefundeneHerzen Liebe für euch, egal, welche Wege ihr heute nehmt (aber nur, wenn ihr keine rechten Arschlöcher seid)

Foto von einem Weg mit Natursteinen, zwischen den Steinen ganz kleiner Kies und ein bisschen Moos. Ein Stein hat die Form von einem Herz.

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Michael Walters @michaelwalters.uk · 01/09/2026

September stones.

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kimdorman.bsky.social @kimdorman.bsky.social · 30/08/2026

Jules Supervielle (tr. Patricia Terry)

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Traumfängerin 💫 @traumfaengerin.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

Oft sieht man nach einer Pause auch wieder ganz neu 🩵

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Ida @private-ida.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

In dreams... l'écume des abres.

A blurred row of trees in various shades of trees.

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jú @joolischka.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

2 Stunden Vormittagstraumweich.

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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 25/08/2026

Isabella Streffen, FABULAE

The myths aren't waiting to be re-discovered or re-awakened.
They are there to wake us
in order to be seen by us.

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Ida @private-ida.bsky.social · 24/08/2026

Because you can tell the cat’s illness by his ruffled coat – no amount of brushing helps – everyone just calls him old tousle-head by now. But lovingly.

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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 24/08/2026

Ultimately, the most romantic thing is the heart, and every sensitive person carries in himself old cities enclosed by ancient walls. Robert Walser, The Walk

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Petra @petras-pages.bsky.social · 23/08/2026

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar. - William Faulkner

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kimdorman.bsky.social @kimdorman.bsky.social · 21/08/2026

the earthy scent of petrichor that smell of spacetime across the landscape -Don Domanski

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Ida @private-ida.bsky.social · 20/08/2026

Crinkled morning – bed, face, cloud cover. Reminiscent of the 70s crinkled patent leather and how I loved my Barbie the most when she looked like a Jezebel.

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 19/08/2026

Charles W. Harvey

DRIFTING

Out of my head, out of my broken body,
I drift. Not like the drifter
Who walks on solid earth
Unlike the space-shuttle man
With his umbilical cord
Linked to an iron heart.
Me, I am the wind who travels through trees,
Through hair, through cloth.
I touch you and leave you.

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Ida @private-ida.bsky.social · 16/08/2026

Sunday morning. The scent of yesterday’s jasmine rice and chanterelles still lingers in the kitchen. Outside, cloudy with intermittent warm drizzles. Gentle as the hem of a ghost’s gown silently scurrying over the floor.

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kimdorman.bsky.social @kimdorman.bsky.social · 12/08/2026

1/3 A Voice from the Dream of the Dreamer A voice from the dream of the dreamer beside me said: I am the dark in the forest. I am also the muddy road, the noise in the underbrush and the tree in which you hide. Catch me, I am the rider whose horse rears on the horizon. -Karin Lessing

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kimdorman.bsky.social @kimdorman.bsky.social · 12/08/2026

2/3 Another voice said: I am the dream within the dream. Not the husk that is shed and falls into oblivion but the field inside the grain, the palace reflected inside the palace of mirrors. Catch me, rider and horizon are one. -Karin Lessing

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kimdorman.bsky.social @kimdorman.bsky.social · 12/08/2026

3/3 But the dreamer within the dreamer remained silent. For these pleasures still contained enough charm to erase from his memory all the misfortunes and pain he had suffered. Nothing could rid him of the desire to undertake new travels . . . Karin Lessing, from <A Winter's Dream Journal>

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Paul Hearn @paulxhearn.eurosky.social · 12/08/2026

Eclipse notes: Solar eclipse in Leo & Aquarius 12th August Lunar eclipse in Pisces 28th August

Open notebook with 2 shiny foil shapes cut from a crisp packet pasted over entire facing pages. Handwritten notes on the bottom line

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Ida @private-ida.bsky.social · 11/08/2026

Alt-methods to watch the solar eclipse without special goggles or a solar filter film: Use a pinhole camera, a kitchen sieve or your own hands & project small images of the sun onto the ground. Watch the shadows cast by treetops. The points of light on the ground become many small solar eclipses.

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