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“death and birth

A group of poplars
suspended between sky and earth
they are a quiver of light more than a trembling of leaves
                                    Do they rise
                                                or fall?

The present is motionless”

− Octavio Paz, Selected Poems, excerpt from “Wind from all compass points” translated by Paul Blackburn

(thanks to orioninacobweb)

Awoken in bed without having slept—mingling words with spindles in me.

- Dion Palinckx

Because I greatly sympathize with those who regularly publish their own work on Tumblr:

http://marionblank.tumblr.com/

http://rery.tumblr.com/

http://blog.millsbaker.net/

http://brick1.tumblr.com/

http://areaofinterest.tumblr.com/

http://thedailydoodles.tumblr.com/

http://maggymag.tumblr.com/

http://samgarton.tumblr.com/

This was one of those scarce moments when fate seemed to pulverize all brittle certainties and left behind a crippling haze of disbelief.

- Dion Palinckx

When metaphors evolved into brainpainters
and when visual elements gave birth to wordshapers.

- Dion Palinckx