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May 29th, 2012
“There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.”
—Edgar Allan Poe
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May 28th, 2012
Excellent Abstract Illustrations by Russ Mills
Russ in known for his creation of collisions of real and digital media. His main focus on all the graphic designs he produce is human face. Russ worked as a freelancer illustrator for various clients both in publishing and entertainment. These are however some of his mighty creations.
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May 26th, 2012
May 25th, 2012
And when a poet dies, deep in the night
a lone black bird wakes up in the thicket
and sings for all it’s worth
a lone black bird wakes up in the thicket
and sings for all it’s worth
Miroslav Holub, from “Interferon” (translated by Dana Habova and David Young)
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May 23rd, 2012
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a dream
What I can only clearly remember was the kiss. The whole environment was warm, like the climate inside the empty room I lay. Then it came, it was not triggered by anything. It just came to be so. It was a cold kiss. Not cold like the intended meaning of cold when you say it to someone with cruel intents, it was just cold. 10 degrees of weather climate cold. I felt it not only on my lips but it also greeted my cheeks, chin and nose. It was a real kiss. One that I haven’t had for a long time.
At the end of the dream, she was caught, for I think we were running from something. I could not do anything when they took her away. But that was that. Treasure that kiss, kid, keep it inside.
