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Ravels in Review: It’s Summer!

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I’m thrilled to be writing this when it’s actually hot and sunny outside. Summer had to come eventually, I suppose, and it’s basically August. So let’s see:

  • The BBC updated Byron’s image with a music video, to odd effect, but I appreciate the effort.
  • Then I read the collected poems of E.E. Cummings in one sitting, but figured I’d spare you and hunt up the one I really liked.
  • I found out a bit about rust used in art, specifically rust paints. (Thanks all!)
  • For something absolutely delightful and cheering on your Friday, check out this artist dress code.

Also, I’m trying out the twitter thing. If you’re on there, come find me at linnea_west. Have a great weekend!

k

Eyes big love crumbs

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i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh … And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

ee cummings