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Granville Redmond（American, 1871-1935）
A Field of California Poppies 1911 via
Patch of Poppies 1912 via
oil on canvas
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Mick Jagger
me in the 7th plane of consciousness enjoying my grass protected by my natural force field of purity and light that haters cannot penetrate
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You’re not doing well and finally I don’t have to pretend to be so interested in your on going tragedy,
but
I’ll rob the bank that gave you the impression that
money is more fruitful than words, and
I’ll cut holes in the ozone if it means you have one less day of rain.
I’ll walk you to the hospital,
I’ll wait in a white room that reeks of hand sanitizer and latex for the results from the MRI scan that tries to
locate the malady that keeps your mind guessing, and
I want to write you a poem every day until my hand breaks
and assure you that you’ll find your place,
it’s just
the world has a funny way of
hiding spots fertile enough for
bodies like yours to grow roots.
and
I miss you like a dart hits the iris of a bullseye,
or a train ticket screams 4:30 at 4:47, I
wanted to tell you that it’s my birthday on Thursday
and I would have wanted you to
give me the gift of your guts on the floor, one last time,
to see if you still had it in you.
I hope our ghosts aren’t eating you alive.
If I’m to speak for myself, I’ll tell you that
the universe is twice as big as we think it is
and you’re the only one that made that idea
less devastating.
Paris Night Life, 1920s
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photosofthehistoryandwithhstory:
Young couple dancing the Be-bop in Paris, 1951
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