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loving the first bad man.

(and miranda july.

and plants.)

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Die Kupplerin, 1925

Valeska Gert, dancer and caberet artist

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”Wieder geht das Grauen um und das Entsetzen, wenn dieses Weib verschwunden ist, liegt etwas in der Luft von Untergang und Sünde und ewiger Schande.“

Valeska Gert

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there is some kiss we want

At night, I open the window 

and ask the moon to come

and press its face against mine.

Breathe into me.

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<3 

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kerstin brätsch.

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are you gonna be my Himalaya sister?

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Rebecca Horn © Einhorn, 1970/72

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Judy Chicago, Immolation IV from the series Women and Smoke, 1972—Performed with Faith Wilding in the California desert [from the exhibition Ends of the Earth, on view at Haus der Kunst, Munich]

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About Sarah Lucas

“Saw her work at the Whitechapel Gallery. While sitting in the men's toilet, I saw a small drawing of her face and the words, ‘Sarah Lucas was here.’ ‘Of course, she was.’ I thought.”

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Sarah Lucas, Nud II, 2009 Contemporary-Art-Blog

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Subtracting day from day, I add this woman’s ankles  to my days of atonement.

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My arrogance knows no bounds And I will make no peace today And you shall be so lucky To find a woman like me Today neither will the East claim me nor the West admit me Today my belly is a well wherein serpents are coiled ready to poison the world, and you should be so lucky. All I have is my arrogamce I will teach it to lean back and smoke a cigarette in your faces, and you should be so lucky No I will make no peace even though my hands are empty I will talk as big as I please I will be all or nothing And I will jump before the heavy trucks And I will saw off my leg at the thigh before I bend one womanly knee I am poison And you will drink me And you should be so lucky.

Ishtar Awakens in Chicago by Mohja Kahf (via sheer-powder)

That Jenny Holzer projection has really stuck with me so I googled a bit and found the poem from which it is excerpted and I think it’s important to know the context, which is totally removed from that photograph. 

(via emes)

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