Today’s Made Up Word: Mielophilia - (myeh-lo-fi’-lee-ah) n. 1. an unnatural, obsessive love or strong passionate desire for honey and/or its associated use. 2. A philosophy founded (right this exact moment) by music artist, Azrael Encarnacion which states the soul is honey and that its prosperity is dependent on an association to both, the honey in one’s Self and one’s Other.
11:27 pm • 17 October 2014 • 1 note
Image via Isabel Reitemeyer
"You’re a beautiful mixtape of atoms. You generate the rubix cube genie-free Aladdin. So unusual and unique—There’s no two of you as if the universe is choosy. All this time it took to find the detail for the version suitable.”
10:00 am • 17 October 2014
"Its not just a fairy tale that’s painted by me. Its not just a loneliness between you and I. If on Magic Mountain, you find you can breathe, then stay, don’t look back to the blue woven sky.”
8:07 am • 17 October 2014 • 1 note
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause. There’s the respect that makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, th’ oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely the pangs of despised love, the law’s delay, the insolence of office, and the spurns that patient merit of th’ unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscovered country, from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, and thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprise of great pitch and moment with this regard their currents turn awry and lose the name of action.
HAMLET, William Shakespeare
1:56 pm • 16 October 2014 • 1 note
The artist’s mission is to make the soul perceptible. Our scientific, materialist culture trains us to develop the eyes of outer perception. Visionary art encourages the development of our inner sight. To find the visionary realm, we use the intuitive inner eye: The eye of contemplation; the eye of the soul. All the inspiring ideas we have as artists originate here.
The visionary realm embraces the entire spectrum of imaginal spaces – from heaven to hell, from the infinitude of forms to formless voids. The psychologist James Hillman calls it the imaginal realm. Poet William Blake called it the divine imagination. The aborigines call it the dreamtime; and Sufis call it alam al-mithal. To Plato, this was the realm of the ideal archetypes. The Tibetans call it the sambhogakaya – the dimension of inner richness. Theosophists refer to the astral, mental, and nirvanic planes of consciousness. Carl Jung knew this realm as the collective symbolic unconscious. Whatever we choose to call it, the visionary realm is the space we visit during dreams and altered or heightened states of consciousness.
Taken from “What is Visionary Art?” by Alex Grey
1:42 pm • 16 October 2014 • 6 notes
Budi Satria Kwan
Living in New York City is too expensive. I might just have to move some stuff into storage and just live in the streets. Or get started on building my space craft, it doesn’t have to go too far, it doesn’t have to go anywhere at all actually. We’re always in space.
4:00 pm • 14 October 2014 • 2 notes
Your hands in mine. Slowly. The analog smoke of a dim lamp at the very last hour of night. Cleared by the sudden cool of our earliest words after hours of silence.
9:54 pm • 13 October 2014 • 2 notes
ARIES - Don’t talk to strangers! You can be brash and confrontational as it is, Aries, but the stars do you no favors today, as the Moon in your interactive third house opposes argumentative Mars—your ruling planet. The conversations you have in and around your neighborhood could be fraught with strife, tension and misunderstanding today, as you (or the other person) take simple comments the wrong way. Try to take a pause and remember it’s not about you.
— The AstroTwins, Tali & Ophira Edut
8:11 am • 13 October 2014 • 2 notes
Its all about the scent. If I could smell you, if you invade my attention through the olfactory senses then there’s something there. I feel like Wolverine and if you feel like Wolverine then there’s one thing you don’t feel like—Unsure about your senses. I don’t imagine Wolverine ever doubts his nose. I don’t doubt mine. I keep breathing in. And there you are. So keen, so alive, so tangible. I want to press you up close and evaporate with you. Into the air, Mixed up and floating upwards. A cloud, a storm, and falling hard over land, each drop of certain conviction, direction, and pleasure.
2:04 am • 12 October 2014 • 1 note