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William Blake, Titania and Puck with Fairies Dancing, 1786
(Source: the-night-picture-collector, via nemesister)
I’ve restarted my blog again…
I have restarted my blog after 3 years of inactivity. During my teens, tumblr was an incredible and radical tool that I used to meet amazing and life changing people, experiment with my identity, my sexuality, my queerness and find support for all sorts of issues I was going through at the time. I’ve started looking again for a platforms to radically change myself and nurture a craft of becoming and reflexive transition for quite a while now, so I’m going to try out using tumblr again to host these thoughts and begin a more personal dialogue online.
If you’re still following me after all that time, thanks for sticking around :) It’s nice to meet you again!
mouth of orcas
…And am I an expression of the ocean?
Or does it protrude from the tips of rocks in shallow waters?
Aligining contours to a refrain,
Enveloping lives and to life their’s are also others to hold,
Always to be in this contour mold,
And in the waters, the earth is less shadowed now,
To be spat from the mouth of orcas,
Our us becomes defined.
How can gills give details to non-human eyes?
With tacit backs stretched out on the sand,
and he who looks with salted eyes
Stake out gaps in the tugging wake,
In the sticks lathered black in auras planned/plane.
Chewed from the jaws of orcas,
An enzyme obliterate of the inside,
On the out they keep surface, within over withins,
On the inbetween of waves to the obscene.
written by Lou Lou Joe
