Madonna of the Peach

Posted on July 9, 2020 by ubu507

Frampton, George James, 1860-1928; Madonna of the Peach Tree

George James Frampton (1860–1928)
Cartwright Hall Art Gallery

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Babes of the Apocalypse

Posted on July 8, 2020 by ubu507

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Photo: Michelle Gustafson for The New York Times

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Babes of the Apocalypse

Posted on July 7, 2020 by ubu507

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Ashley Daily Stegall, who does marketing for her family’s store, Bremer Jewelry, asked a local artist to paint flowers on the plywood covering its windows after the store was twice looted.

Source Credit…Evan Jenkins for The New York Times

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SORRY WE MISSED YOU

Posted on July 6, 2020 by ubu507

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Immaculate

Posted on July 5, 2020 by ubu507

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The evening is cool, and beyond the slackening rain,
through broken clouds, a moon immaculate.

— Ishikawa Jozan

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Quieter

Posted on July 4, 2020 by ubu507

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Dance

Posted on July 3, 2020 by ubu507

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An Objective Collapse Model

Posted on July 2, 2020 by ubu507

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Devoid of Meaning

Posted on July 1, 2020 by ubu507

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This makes human beings, who are after all the ones making the observations, in essence responsible for conjuring the reality we experience out of a murky netherworld that quantum mechanics implies is simply unknowable.

— Bob Henderson

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Holy Lap

Posted on June 30, 2020 by ubu507

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Daughter of princely sin
Pubescent girl bride
Unencumbered wife
Rain storm goddess
Liminal deity
Let it be known
Your glance slashes as
You walk along the canal
Wandering from
Nature to culture
Wherever you approach
There is writing poetry
Exorcism incantation
Sweet butter and juniper oil
You reveal your treasures
You bathe and adorn yourself
You make the bed pleasure
For many sweet nights
You have guided my descent
To the netherworld
In your holy lap

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