The Great Starry Void
The sheltering sky, the devouring vastness.
The eye wants to sleep but the head is no mattress.
What words are there to tell how long a night can be?
Drunk with love, I wander in the dark.

fernsandmoss:

Hannah Höch
# "I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendos,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
"
Wallace Stevens (via likeafieldmouse)

(Source: observando, via likeafieldmouse)

blackpicture:

Herbert List Young men under reed roof. Andalucia (1951)
maddynorris:

Drawing in the Corner, 1971
hiemstra:

ph. chris colls.
nativefunkk:

Vision is Rhythm ~ Nativefunkk
nearlya:

Katrien De Blauwer. Rien