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01 https://songwhip.com/churchbellsringersofkievpecherskmonastery/church-bells-sound-of-kiev-pechersk-lavra-monastery | 50 | 1 | Loading... |
02 "The Laboratory, or The Passion of Onco-Mouse" by Lynn Randolph | 70 | 2 | Loading... |
03 Media files | 142 | 2 | Loading... |
04 Jupiter Space iconography reinforces parallels between the fertile spaces of
the masculinist/rational brain, outer space, cyberspace, as well as electronic
circuitry and urban streets. Typically, a luminous grid of lines passes into
infinity, a visual pun on the concept of ‘matrix’ as womb and as mathematical/
geometrical grid, signifying the fertility of the techno-scientific intellect and
corporate production. | 1 | 0 | Loading... |
05 Media files | 57 | 1 | Loading... |
06 З книжки «Летючий Капелюх» Андрія Бондарчука від АБАБИГАЛАМАГИ | 22 | 0 | Loading... |
07 why everybody is being silent about this creepy Taras Shevchenko from Dovzhenko's "Arsenal" (1929) | 224 | 8 | Loading... |
08 ELIZA is a virtual interlocutor, a computer program written by Joseph Weizenbaum in 1966 that simulates a dialogue with a psychotherapist using active listening techniques. | 278 | 4 | Loading... |
09 Geometry
Watch
how I hand a whole garden
back to the wild: squirrels, ring-necked pheasants,
rabbit milkweed, silvergrass, Chinese elder.
I decipher the garden’s geometry
in triangles, polygons, pyramids, spheres.
Now that it’s autumn
let me redefine this world.
In the mirror my face
not quite symmetrical.
Light and shadow show something
but hide more,
never focused.
This is critical.
Vagrant or migrant birds,
the golden raintree flowering
with the chrysanthemums,
a tanka of morning dew.
The last quarter moon,
cracked eggshell afloat on water:
night has arrived.
Bird’s-nest ferns breed asexually.
Stars proofread in braille.
Time’s bats, overdosed,
hang inverted. In flight, their squeaks
reach from the larynx
through my world,
then back to their own ears,
finding the edge of crisis.
Chen Yuhong | 156 | 2 | Loading... |
10 Flor Garduño | 153 | 1 | Loading... |
11 14.05
немає нічого важливішого, ніж вчасно спіткнутися. летіти горілиць й розмірковувати, де б опинився, якщо б не зашпортався раніше. можливо, помилки рятують нас від помилок.
подивись на себе в дзеркало і скажи, що любиш себе. скажи, що любиш себе. скажи, що любиш себе.
звісно, синці під очима усе бачили. ймовірно, у вухах шумить - щоб не почути відповідь.
усі усе бачили. але попри це встань і голосно скажи, що любиш себе.
у тебе такі прекрасні губи, коли вони розбиті - я вірю кожному твоєму слову. за кожне з яких - ти програвав мені.
у цьому танці кожен чомусь наступає собі на ногу. я шкутильгаю, але не боюся танцювати. я вдячний можливості,
я просто обожнюю спіткнутися і впасти.
здається, я готовий це сказати
https://open.spotify.com/track/3U5c6X2J9qXbgc6jEUP3dA?si=2426b99865f74a14 | 164 | 2 | Loading... |
12 Do you remember the flowers of spring?
«Five Year Diary» (1981-1997), dir. Anne Charlotte Robertson | 196 | 3 | Loading... |
13 Media files | 2 | 0 | Loading... |
14 «UFOs» (1971), dir. Lillian Schwartz | 1 238 | 15 | Loading... |
15 Walking in the fog, you are not quite sure that you will get wet, but if you walk long enough, you are soaked with moisture. An eternal return to the point between being and non-being, presence and absence, pain and pleasure. The journey begins at this very moment.
A small sketch of my inner wanderings, I sincerely hope that you will be able to join me.
xx
https://soundcloud.com/qe5ajwogz8xu/a-place-we-keep-returning-to?si=d493ad2a0e6f49bb89d31c6499f59a4c&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing | 546 | 12 | Loading... |
16 hb, to my bby bro @whodatlop
pls subscribe to her genial channel https://t.me/ph_o1 | 50 | 0 | Loading... |
17 сходіть на любов і кровопролиття
https://songwhip.com/ginaxperformance/nice-mover | 132 | 1 | Loading... |
18 Ur just a human bean 🫘 | 135 | 0 | Loading... |
19 reminding for all of you | 129 | 0 | Loading... |
20 All About Lily Chou-Chou (2001), dir. Shunji Iwai | 303 | 1 | Loading... |
21 A portrayal of toxic love.
Ever imagined the type of person who would stalk you, write you excessively romantic adorations, know your IP address?
https://songwhip.com/poisongirlfriend/melting-moment | 292 | 6 | Loading... |
22 gn
https://songwhip.com/poisongirlfriend/hardly-ever-smilewithout-you | 1 | 0 | Loading... |
23 https://youtu.be/vCg-RmxDmJE?si=B4yZfdO_3FiFj-us | 258 | 1 | Loading... |
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Church bells sound of Kiev Pechersk Lavra Monastery by Church bells Ringers Of Kiev Pechersk Monastery
Listen to "Church bells sound of Kiev Pechersk Lavra Monastery" by Church bells Ringers Of Kiev Pechersk Monastery on any music platform - Free smart music links by Songwhip
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"The Laboratory, or The Passion of Onco-Mouse" by Lynn Randolph
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Jupiter Space iconography reinforces parallels between the fertile spaces of
the masculinist/rational brain, outer space, cyberspace, as well as electronic
circuitry and urban streets. Typically, a luminous grid of lines passes into
infinity, a visual pun on the concept of ‘matrix’ as womb and as mathematical/
geometrical grid, signifying the fertility of the techno-scientific intellect and
corporate production.
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З книжки «Летючий Капелюх» Андрія Бондарчука від АБАБИГАЛАМАГИ
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why everybody is being silent about this creepy Taras Shevchenko from Dovzhenko's "Arsenal" (1929)
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ELIZA is a virtual interlocutor, a computer program written by Joseph Weizenbaum in 1966 that simulates a dialogue with a psychotherapist using active listening techniques.
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Geometry
Watch
how I hand a whole garden
back to the wild: squirrels, ring-necked pheasants,
rabbit milkweed, silvergrass, Chinese elder.
I decipher the garden’s geometry
in triangles, polygons, pyramids, spheres.
Now that it’s autumn
let me redefine this world.
In the mirror my face
not quite symmetrical.
Light and shadow show something
but hide more,
never focused.
This is critical.
Vagrant or migrant birds,
the golden raintree flowering
with the chrysanthemums,
a tanka of morning dew.
The last quarter moon,
cracked eggshell afloat on water:
night has arrived.
Bird’s-nest ferns breed asexually.
Stars proofread in braille.
Time’s bats, overdosed,
hang inverted. In flight, their squeaks
reach from the larynx
through my world,
then back to their own ears,
finding the edge of crisis.
Chen Yuhong
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