Petrichor (23 to 9)

See more ideas about black and white:
the dramatic effect of contrasting areas
pictures taken on January 14th,
when the deus ex machina fell through the trapdoor
into the charnel house.

See deus roll among the flaky
fillets doused in slightly sweet vinegar and finished with a peppery
Caravaggio touch / a tenebrism used only to obtain
a dramatic impact while chiaroscuro psychologically moves
and deus
in Renaissance style, and later in a Godard film says:

I think of buying hand cream to douse the smell of blood.

Oh! O! o! the Principal is waiting for you in his office, there is NO emotion.

Wet Season is a cold, harsh dousing of the realities of city-living
then deus is doused in garlic butter / She
panhandled and chided him all through the reduction.

deus!
dreary dubious dulcet dungeon —
escaped mental patient doused with sulphuric acid…

Viewers are once again ejoined to cover their eyes…
Turn out the lights, douse the lights,
dim the lights, turn off the lights,
switch off the lights —

Topped with sea salt, pepper and fresh thyme,
the black stone paths, the jug and the red grapes,
made by the use of force
deus
relents off-stage…

Centrifugal.

Then the scent of rain-doused pines.

Petrichor.

What I’m Reading:

Perhaps, after all, God is simply a poached egg and a yolk cooked just as it should be. Perhaps God is being fisted by the person you love most in the world, being taken apart one finger at a time until the whole of you is fucked out and pulled like a cord strung tight, white-eyed and waiting for crescendo. Perhaps God is all of that and kissing afterward, kissing most of all, sore-mouthed and messy, half asleep and trying to remember if you locked the door and if you need to set your phone alarm for seven. Perhaps God is all of that and an apology.

— Julia Armfield / Private Rites