#cantharus

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drew an (unnaturally pink) cantharus shell as a warm-up yesterday

[seaweedraindraws]

Attack on Cantharus

[calistadianthe]

"Sky Cruise", "Make Room for Us" Six N Five Concept, "Cantharus" by Darin Oborne

[alchemisland]

Lover’s Declaration II

Soldappled courtyard open-aired, a vast cantharus spits

Rarified air courtly peacocks plume-haired share with

Recalcitrant barbary apes from far Abyssinia, split-haired

Palm trees hoarding hirsute spheroids, pomes with plums grappling

Adorning weakling child changeling limbs of saplings

Gradients made such that all drainage is tasted, without wastage

And no vestige of fungible, fertile earth should sit unturned

Save those in rest earned, biphasic restful rotation, and turnips!

Parsnips like pale goblin sniffers, zit-decked slipperwort loud as an epistle

And tumescent, bee-ridden thistles imperial betwixt indecorous angober

Brindled ackerons, Abraham’s Balm willows, fronded cycads, apricot

Dryad-throning pale grisettes beset by indentions

Priapic sumac lustily intention’d

Drizzles of nameless colour canalling between rockeries; no corner dull

Steroid to easeful feeling, place pleasing

Rille’d plentiful fertility, ’tis sterility’s antipode

Of lush abundance, verdant virility, rare mode.

[ultimatepad]

“Cantharus” by Darin Oborne

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Shell I show you what I’ve been working on?

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Spotlight troll 142

Terribly sorry about the long wait! I’m finally here to reveal the next spotlight troll, which is...

Pazzia Deliva!

Creator url: yourlusus (adopted from cantharus) Additional Information: she’s a coolkid who likes pizza and hanging around swimming pools even though she can’t swim. she’d like to be a punk rock biker one day. Preferences: no nsfw pls! Special Request: draw her with a motorbike or her one true love, pizza

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wrong blog sorry yaLL LOL

CAUGHT MY MISTAKE QUICK THO BUT JUST IN CASE

- ADMIN WORM

[naturebonestudio]

The name for this genus of mushrooms is Canthaellus which comes from the greek word “cantharus” that is a goblet like cup with a similar basic shape. You’ll probably be more likely to know their common name: Chanterelles! They’re one of a edible mushroom forager’s favorite finds but are not to be confused with their poisonous look-a-like: the jack o’lantern mushroom. Chanterelles are a mycorrhizal fungi, meaning that they form symbiotic relationships with plants to grow, which makes them difficult to cultivate outside of their wild environments. These glass ones I’ve made don’t have that problem. 😁

[intotheblue-it]

http://www.intotheblue.it/2019/09/22/tanuta-cantaro-spondyliosoma-cantharus/

[artparks-sculpture]

A sculpture titled 'Cantharus Shell (Etched Glass Sea Shell Wall statue)' by sculptor Timothy Carter. In a medium of Glass, Slate, Stainless Steel.

[seaweedraindraws]

Other peoples characters in your style meme

I started this in the Summer and just finished it now, dang Anyways, some of these are tumblrs and some of these are instagrams

[comparativetarot]

Six of Brine. Art by Monica L. Knighton, from The Stolen Child Tarot.

Awakening to the power of compassion, the open hand and mercy. This card can signify the need for the gentle answer in a maelstrom. This need requires the strength and power to direct the flow rather than the ability to ride or follow it. Philanthropy, Diplomacy, Capacity for Forgiveness vs. Spent Emotional Labor, Drama for Drama’s Sake, Schadenfreude

Natural features/Artist’s notes: Auger shell, ribbed cantharus

[alchemisland]

Parsnips like pale goblin sniffers, zit-decked slipperwort loud as an epistle

And tumescent, bee-ridden thistles imperial betwixt indecorous angober

Brindled ackerons, Abraham’s Balm willows, fronded cycads, apricot

Dryad-throning pale grisettes beset by indentions

Priapic sumac lustily intention’d

Drizzles of nameless colour canalling between rockeries; no corner dull

Steroid to easeful feeling, place pleasing

#poem #poetrycommunity #lovepoems #romance #mythology

[willowtreepoems]

Almond Blossom

BY D. H. LAWRENCE

Even iron can put forth, Even iron. This is the iron age, But let us take heart Seeing iron break and bud, Seeing rusty iron puff with clouds of blossom. The almond-tree, December's bare iron hooks sticking out of earth. The almond-tree, That knows the deadliest poison, like a snake In supreme bitterness. Upon the iron, and upon the steel, Odd flakes as if of snow, odd bits of snow, Odd crumbs of melting snow. But you mistake, it is not from the sky; From out the iron, and from out the steel, Flying not down from heaven, but storming up, Strange storming up from the dense under-earth Along the iron, to the living steel In rose-hot tips, and flakes of rose-pale snow Setting supreme annunciation to the world. Nay, what a heart of delicate super-faith, Iron-breaking, The rusty swords of almond-trees. Trees suffer, like races, down the long ages. They wander and are exiled, they live in exile through long ages Like drawn blades never sheathed, hacked and gone black, The alien trees in alien lands: and yet The heart of blossom, The unquenchable heart of blossom! Look at the many-cicatrised frail vine, none more scarred and frail, Yet see him fling himself abroad in fresh abandon From the small wound-stump. Even the wilful, obstinate, gummy fig-tree Can be kept down, but he'll burst like a polyp into prolixity. And the almond-tree, in exile, in the iron age! This is the ancient southern earth whence the vases were baked, amphoras, craters, cantharus, oenochoe, and open-hearted cylix, Bristling now with the iron of almond-trees Iron, but unforgotten, Iron, dawn-hearted, Ever-beating dawn-heart, enveloped in iron against the exile, against the ages. See it come forth in blossom From the snow-remembering heart In long-nighted January, In the long dark nights of the evening star, and Sirius, and the Etna snow-wind through the long night. Sweating his drops of blood through the long-nighted Gethsemane Into blossom, into pride, into honey-triumph, into most exquisite splendour. Oh, give me the tree of life in blossom And the Cross sprouting its superb and fearless flowers! Something must be reassuring to the almond, in the evening star, and the snow-wind, and the long, long, nights, Some memory of far, sun-gentler lands, So that the faith in his heart smiles again And his blood ripples with that untenable delight of once-more-vindicated faith, And the Gethsemane blood at the iron pores unfolds, unfolds, Pearls itself into tenderness of bud And in a great and sacred forthcoming steps forth, steps out in one stride A naked tree of blossom, like a bridegroom bathing in dew, divested of cover, Frail-naked, utterly uncovered To the green night-baying of the dog-star, Etna's snow-edged wind And January's loud-seeming sun. Think of it, from the iron fastness Suddenly to dare to come out naked, in perfection of blossom, beyond the sword-rust. Think, to stand there in full-unfolded nudity, smiling, With all the snow-wind, and the sun-glare, and the dog-star baying epithalamion. Oh, honey-bodied beautiful one, Come forth from iron, Red your heart is. Fragile-tender, fragile-tender life-body, More fearless than iron all the time, And so much prouder, so disdainful of reluctances. In the distance like hoar-frost, like silvery ghosts communing on a green hill, Hoar-frost-like and mysterious. In the garden raying out With a body like spray, dawn-tender, and looking about With such insuperable, subtly-smiling assurance, Sword-blade-born. Unpromised, No bounds being set. Flaked out and come unpromised, The tree being life-divine, Fearing nothing, life-blissful at the core Within iron and earth. Knots of pink, fish-silvery In heaven, in blue, blue heaven, Soundless, bliss-full, wide-rayed, honey-bodied, Red at the core, Red at the core, Knotted in heaven upon the fine light. Open, Open, Five times wide open, Six times wide open, And given, and perfect; And red at the core with the last sore-heartedness, Sore-hearted-looking.