"My love, she's like some raven at my window with a broken wing." Bob Dylan on #musestr

#footstr

Scale matters If you think you’ve seen a Marilyn Minter painting on your telephone, get real! rip David L.

when the sun shines, when the rain falls, when the moon is out, when the moon is hidden if the spirit calls, get outside

happy #thiccthursday

I haven’t given up, I just can’t get my shit together lately

rembrandt’s #selfie

chuck close with his high resolution #selfie

White Fog Heaven-invading hills are drowned In wide moving waves of mist, Phlox before my door are wound In dripping wreaths of amethyst. Ten feet away the solid earth Changes into melting cloud, There is a hush of pain and mirth, No bird has heart to speak aloud. Here in a world without a sky, Without the ground, without the sea, The one unchanging thing is I, Myself remains to comfort me. Sara Teasdale on #musestr

Morning Mist Did you miss the morning mist Were you still asleep I watched it as it rolled on in Whilst you were counting sheep. I know there was a halo It came and disappeared A luminescence of light That slowly reappeared. It was a magic moment A veil of obscurity It felt just like a blanket A second of security. And then the daylight came Sneaking like a thief Here one second then gone All so very brief. Moisture clung to foliage Silver dewdrops fell Quietness soaked the morning Tween the hill and knell. Brown horses stood like sentinels Out on the milky ground Standing there in silhouette Hardly made a sound. I felt the minutes moving Across the earth and sky I watched the mist you missed As it flew on by. Did you miss the mist this morning It rolled like an ocean wave A blanket of opportunity I saw but couldn’t save. David Rudder on #musestr

"touch to text" chatGPT on #musestr https://www.dezeen.com/2023/09/21/haptic-lingerie-enigma-ai-erotica-touch-design/

The Aliens you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or distress. they dress well, eat well, sleep well. they are contented with their family life. they have moments of grief but all in all they are undisturbed and often feel very good. and when they die it is an easy death, usually in their sleep. you may not believe it but such people do exist. but I am not one of them. oh no, I am not one of them, I am not even near to being one of them but they are there and I am here. Charles Bukowski

I. Arethusa arose From her couch of snows In the Acroceraunian mountains,-- From cloud and from crag, With many a jag, Shepherding her bright fountains. She leapt down the rocks, With her rainbow locks Streaming among the streams;-- Her steps paved with green The downward ravine Which slopes to the western gleams; And gliding and springing She went, ever singing, In murmurs as soft as sleep; The Earth seemed to love her, And Heaven smiled above her, As she lingered towards the deep. Percy Bysshe Shelley on #musestr

"Sometimes it feels like it is over and it's not. Sometimes it feels like it has just begun and it's over." Juliana Spahr on #musestr