#curtains — Public Fediverse posts

Ague & Fever (1788) by Thomas Rowlandson, James Dunthorne.

Source: Wellcome Collection

https://pdimagearchive.org/images/58c1e6fe-e6aa-40a4-be80-203b2794bbfd

#caricatures #curtains #science #furniture #medicine #etching #art #publicdomain

Ague & Fever (1788) by Thomas Rowlandson, James Dunthorne.

Source: Wellcome Collection

https://pdimagearchive.org/images/58c1e6fe-e6aa-40a4-be80-203b2794bbfd

#caricatures #curtains #science #furniture #medicine #etching #art #publicdomain

Ague & Fever (1788) by Thomas Rowlandson, James Dunthorne.

Source: Wellcome Collection

https://pdimagearchive.org/images/58c1e6fe-e6aa-40a4-be80-203b2794bbfd

#caricatures #curtains #science #furniture #medicine #etching #art #publicdomain

Ague & Fever (1788) by Thomas Rowlandson, James Dunthorne.

Source: Wellcome Collection

https://pdimagearchive.org/images/58c1e6fe-e6aa-40a4-be80-203b2794bbfd

#caricatures #curtains #science #furniture #medicine #etching #art #publicdomain

Ague & Fever (1788) by Thomas Rowlandson, James Dunthorne.

Source: Wellcome Collection

https://pdimagearchive.org/images/58c1e6fe-e6aa-40a4-be80-203b2794bbfd

#caricatures #curtains #science #furniture #medicine #etching #art #publicdomain

5 Poems of Time and Art by Richard LeDue

Past Contemporaries

Why does Brahms feel like it needs
to be turned up all the way,
reminding me how the volume
of our voices soar the more we drink
cheap whisky or the light beer
we tell ourselves is healthy?

While Bach seems comfortable
being almost a whisper,
so like a prayer saving a soul
that seems to take shape in those notes
written by someone who died
long before his own music was reborn
from its own obsolescence.

~~

Written in Lieu of a Hangover

The morning sun melts
the frost and the smell of coffee
has become an oasis
without a mirage
because it’s difficult
to get drunk on metaphors.

I’ve always believed
in hard work
until I got a bad back,
while artificial intelligence
writes poetry
more youthful than me.

The birch tree
in my backyard is still
dead years later,
as if I expected
a poem like this could black out
the leaves in autumn.

~~

Common Magic

I stole this title from a dead poet
and that’ll probably piss
some people off,
but it doesn’t bring her back
to life or change her
having a hardcover $50 book
tomb (with an epitaph
that reads “Collected Poems”),
while others will wonder
who the hell this poem is about,
which seems a good way
to sum it all up.

~~

No Song

Bukowski had a bluebird
inside of him,
but I have a diseased moose:
listless eyes that once knew
the calming influence of anger,
especially towards mosquitoes
or semi-trucks full of things
someone figured out the price for,
and then there’s an antler
hanging off, waiting to fall
in the most unmusical way
while the pent-up tears
next to muffled wails
are discordant enough
to keep most away.

~~

Why I Keep My Curtains Closed

Some journal I never heard of,
who never heard of me either,
had an open submission call
and said they wanted something
sunny or inspirational,
so I looked outside
and found nothing
but the approaching darkness,
knowing it was the real light
of truth, instead of the sunset
we always try our damnedest
to make mean more
than another death
we would rather not talk about.

Copyright © 2026 Richard LeDue
All Rights Reserved

5 Poems of Time and Art by Richard LeDue

Past Contemporaries

Why does Brahms feel like it needs
to be turned up all the way,
reminding me how the volume
of our voices soar the more we drink
cheap whisky or the light beer
we tell ourselves is healthy?

While Bach seems comfortable
being almost a whisper,
so like a prayer saving a soul
that seems to take shape in those notes
written by someone who died
long before his own music was reborn
from its own obsolescence.

~~

Written in Lieu of a Hangover

The morning sun melts
the frost and the smell of coffee
has become an oasis
without a mirage
because it’s difficult
to get drunk on metaphors.

I’ve always believed
in hard work
until I got a bad back,
while artificial intelligence
writes poetry
more youthful than me.

The birch tree
in my backyard is still
dead years later,
as if I expected
a poem like this could black out
the leaves in autumn.

~~

Common Magic

I stole this title from a dead poet
and that’ll probably piss
some people off,
but it doesn’t bring her back
to life or change her
having a hardcover $50 book
tomb (with an epitaph
that reads “Collected Poems”),
while others will wonder
who the hell this poem is about,
which seems a good way
to sum it all up.

~~

No Song

Bukowski had a bluebird
inside of him,
but I have a diseased moose:
listless eyes that once knew
the calming influence of anger,
especially towards mosquitoes
or semi-trucks full of things
someone figured out the price for,
and then there’s an antler
hanging off, waiting to fall
in the most unmusical way
while the pent-up tears
next to muffled wails
are discordant enough
to keep most away.

~~

Why I Keep My Curtains Closed

Some journal I never heard of,
who never heard of me either,
had an open submission call
and said they wanted something
sunny or inspirational,
so I looked outside
and found nothing
but the approaching darkness,
knowing it was the real light
of truth, instead of the sunset
we always try our damnedest
to make mean more
than another death
we would rather not talk about.

Copyright © 2026 Richard LeDue
All Rights Reserved

5 Poems of Time and Art by Richard LeDue

Past Contemporaries

Why does Brahms feel like it needs
to be turned up all the way,
reminding me how the volume
of our voices soar the more we drink
cheap whisky or the light beer
we tell ourselves is healthy?

While Bach seems comfortable
being almost a whisper,
so like a prayer saving a soul
that seems to take shape in those notes
written by someone who died
long before his own music was reborn
from its own obsolescence.

~~

Written in Lieu of a Hangover

The morning sun melts
the frost and the smell of coffee
has become an oasis
without a mirage
because it’s difficult
to get drunk on metaphors.

I’ve always believed
in hard work
until I got a bad back,
while artificial intelligence
writes poetry
more youthful than me.

The birch tree
in my backyard is still
dead years later,
as if I expected
a poem like this could black out
the leaves in autumn.

~~

Common Magic

I stole this title from a dead poet
and that’ll probably piss
some people off,
but it doesn’t bring her back
to life or change her
having a hardcover $50 book
tomb (with an epitaph
that reads “Collected Poems”),
while others will wonder
who the hell this poem is about,
which seems a good way
to sum it all up.

~~

No Song

Bukowski had a bluebird
inside of him,
but I have a diseased moose:
listless eyes that once knew
the calming influence of anger,
especially towards mosquitoes
or semi-trucks full of things
someone figured out the price for,
and then there’s an antler
hanging off, waiting to fall
in the most unmusical way
while the pent-up tears
next to muffled wails
are discordant enough
to keep most away.

~~

Why I Keep My Curtains Closed

Some journal I never heard of,
who never heard of me either,
had an open submission call
and said they wanted something
sunny or inspirational,
so I looked outside
and found nothing
but the approaching darkness,
knowing it was the real light
of truth, instead of the sunset
we always try our damnedest
to make mean more
than another death
we would rather not talk about.

Copyright © 2026 Richard LeDue
All Rights Reserved

5 Poems of Time and Art by Richard LeDue

Past Contemporaries

Why does Brahms feel like it needs
to be turned up all the way,
reminding me how the volume
of our voices soar the more we drink
cheap whisky or the light beer
we tell ourselves is healthy?

While Bach seems comfortable
being almost a whisper,
so like a prayer saving a soul
that seems to take shape in those notes
written by someone who died
long before his own music was reborn
from its own obsolescence.

~~

Written in Lieu of a Hangover

The morning sun melts
the frost and the smell of coffee
has become an oasis
without a mirage
because it’s difficult
to get drunk on metaphors.

I’ve always believed
in hard work
until I got a bad back,
while artificial intelligence
writes poetry
more youthful than me.

The birch tree
in my backyard is still
dead years later,
as if I expected
a poem like this could black out
the leaves in autumn.

~~

Common Magic

I stole this title from a dead poet
and that’ll probably piss
some people off,
but it doesn’t bring her back
to life or change her
having a hardcover $50 book
tomb (with an epitaph
that reads “Collected Poems”),
while others will wonder
who the hell this poem is about,
which seems a good way
to sum it all up.

~~

No Song

Bukowski had a bluebird
inside of him,
but I have a diseased moose:
listless eyes that once knew
the calming influence of anger,
especially towards mosquitoes
or semi-trucks full of things
someone figured out the price for,
and then there’s an antler
hanging off, waiting to fall
in the most unmusical way
while the pent-up tears
next to muffled wails
are discordant enough
to keep most away.

~~

Why I Keep My Curtains Closed

Some journal I never heard of,
who never heard of me either,
had an open submission call
and said they wanted something
sunny or inspirational,
so I looked outside
and found nothing
but the approaching darkness,
knowing it was the real light
of truth, instead of the sunset
we always try our damnedest
to make mean more
than another death
we would rather not talk about.

Copyright © 2026 Richard LeDue
All Rights Reserved

5 Poems of Time and Art by Richard LeDue

Past Contemporaries

Why does Brahms feel like it needs
to be turned up all the way,
reminding me how the volume
of our voices soar the more we drink
cheap whisky or the light beer
we tell ourselves is healthy?

While Bach seems comfortable
being almost a whisper,
so like a prayer saving a soul
that seems to take shape in those notes
written by someone who died
long before his own music was reborn
from its own obsolescence.

~~

Written in Lieu of a Hangover

The morning sun melts
the frost and the smell of coffee
has become an oasis
without a mirage
because it’s difficult
to get drunk on metaphors.

I’ve always believed
in hard work
until I got a bad back,
while artificial intelligence
writes poetry
more youthful than me.

The birch tree
in my backyard is still
dead years later,
as if I expected
a poem like this could black out
the leaves in autumn.

~~

Common Magic

I stole this title from a dead poet
and that’ll probably piss
some people off,
but it doesn’t bring her back
to life or change her
having a hardcover $50 book
tomb (with an epitaph
that reads “Collected Poems”),
while others will wonder
who the hell this poem is about,
which seems a good way
to sum it all up.

~~

No Song

Bukowski had a bluebird
inside of him,
but I have a diseased moose:
listless eyes that once knew
the calming influence of anger,
especially towards mosquitoes
or semi-trucks full of things
someone figured out the price for,
and then there’s an antler
hanging off, waiting to fall
in the most unmusical way
while the pent-up tears
next to muffled wails
are discordant enough
to keep most away.

~~

Why I Keep My Curtains Closed

Some journal I never heard of,
who never heard of me either,
had an open submission call
and said they wanted something
sunny or inspirational,
so I looked outside
and found nothing
but the approaching darkness,
knowing it was the real light
of truth, instead of the sunset
we always try our damnedest
to make mean more
than another death
we would rather not talk about.

Copyright © 2026 Richard LeDue
All Rights Reserved

#Clouds are like #curtains in the #sky #photography

My late mother, Barbie, used to make fun of me as "old fashioned" because I like line dried linens. This week I'm unzipping all the upholstery and washing it, along with the curtains. I picture her chuckling, and shaking her head from beyond the grave. #linedried #clothesline #linedriedlinens #linedriedclothing #linedriedwashing #washing #washingday #springcleaning #summercleaning #curtains #towels #upholstery #backyard #countrylife #countrified #oldfashioned #mother #mothers

Jasmin (1849) by J. J. Grandville, from The Flowers Personified.

Source: The Getty / Internet Archive

https://pdimagearchive.org/images/f7bc7d22-d86b-4a7b-b06d-4af06e41e538

#anthropomorphism #caricatures #curtains #hairstyle #cartoons #floral #personification #flowers #fashion #art #publicdomain

#jouRapNal #book19 day 65

20260619Fri

#3goodThings #tibtv #pensive #Library #threeGoodThings

#novel #yoshi #curtains

It’s the last Thursday of spring in the northern hemisphere and I think it is time for three good things! I’ve been so deep in book details – book cover redesign of trilogy, meta data, third book about to be released – it’s nice just to take a deep breath and refresh with a few close-up reminders that the details of daily life are what matter.

Three good things:

#Coffee and #curtains
A spot of #painting I did
#Ferns

@3goodthings
#3GoodThings

An Isolated Head in the Center of a Stage (1897), from Magic: Stage Illusions and Scientific Diversions.

Source: California Digital Library / Internet Archive

https://pdimagearchive.org/images/0cb910e7-ec8a-4def-be30-6d0c9e7a1b3a

#illusion #curtains #candles #magicians #enclosures #magic #art #publicdomain

Illustration by Peter Rollos, from Le Centre de l'amour: decouvert soubs divers emblesmes galans et facetieux (ca. 1687).

Source: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign / Internet Archive

https://pdimagearchive.org/images/6bef461b-c051-48da-bb91-b36c0382bc12

#curtains #emblems #love #windows #beds #art #publicdomain

my favorite interdimensional gateway

#Fantasy #Portal #Doorway #Sunset #Gateway #SciFi #Surreal #Curtains #Ocean #Tree #Flowers #Whimsical #InteriorExterior #Dreamscape #Glowing #Bohemian #Enchanted #Mystical
#Img2img #AiArt #AiArtists #AiArtCommunity #StableDiffusion #Midjourney

in real life in this dimension: https://aieris.art/featured/my-favorite-interdimensional-gateway-eris-and-ai.html

waking up weird

#Sunrise #Landscape #Flowers #Trees #Curtains #Whimsical #Colorful #IllustrationStyle #Nature #Window #Playful
#Img2img #AiArt #AiArtists #AiArtCommunity #StableDiffusion

on normal stuff: https://aieris.art/featured/waking-up-weird-eris-and-ai.html

Vintage Photos Showcase Mid-Century Curtain Design Trends of the 1950s and 1960s

📰 Original title: The Golden Age of Curtains: 35 Vintage Photos From the 1950s and ’60s

🤖 IA: It's not clickbait ✅
👥 Users: It's not clickbait ✅

View full AI summary https://en.killbait.com/vintage-photos-showcase-mid-century-curtain-design-trends-of-the-1950s-and-1960s.html?utm_source=mastodon_world&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=killbait.mastodon_world

#culture #midcentury #curtains #interiordesign

Got new curtains to replace the wool ones I made a century ago. Even though I didn’t measure, cut, and sew these I still have to iron all 4 of the ginormous light blocking blighters before it hits 90 this week.

Confession, for years I had candy colored sewing pins in the white cotton lining of my brown felt wool coating drapes vs an actual hem. The curtains were cut to fit - no hem needed.

h/t OG Jomar, Boscovs

#Sewing #Curtains #curtain #Wool #hem #Sew

Ague & Fever (1788) by Thomas Rowlandson, James Dunthorne.

Source: Wellcome Collection

https://pdimagearchive.org/images/58c1e6fe-e6aa-40a4-be80-203b2794bbfd

#caricatures #curtains #science #furniture #medicine #art #publicdomain

#3girls #4koma #:3 #:d #absurdres #animal_costume #animal_print #bikini #black_eyes #black_hair #black_hairband #blonde_hair #blunt_bangs #blunt_ends #book #breasts #centurii-chan #chair #charlie_and_the_chocolate_factory #charlie_and_the_chocolate_factory_(2005) #clock #closed_eyes #comic #commentary #cow_costume #cow_horns #cow_mom_(centaurii-chan) #cow_print #cow_print_bikini #cow_print_gloves #cow_print_thighhighs #curtains #dark-skinned_female #dark_skin #elbow_gloves #english_commentary #english_text #fake_horns #false_smile #gloves #hair_over_one_eye #hairband #highres #holding #holding_book #holding_hands #hood #hooded_pajamas #horn_hairband #horns #indoors #large_breasts #long_hair #medium_hair #micro_bikini #mother_and_daughter #movie_reference #multiple_girls #on_chair #original #pajamas #print_bikini #print_gloves #print_pajamas #print_thighhighs #racism #reading #shaded_face #sitting #smile #speech_bubble #strap_gap #swimsuit #thighhighs #very_long_hair #wall_clock #white_hair #window https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/8743143

#1girl #:t #animal #bare_shoulders #blue_choker #blue_skirt #blunt_bangs #blush #candy #choker #closed_mouth #collarbone #commission #criss-cross_halter #curtains #detached_sleeves #dot_nose #double_bun #fang #food #full_body #gradient_hair #hair_bun #halterneck #heart #heart_choker #highres #hoshifuru_ameru #hugging_object #indie_virtual_youtuber #layered_skirt #lollipop #long_hair #looking_at_viewer #multicolored_hair #navel #no_shoes #on_bed #oversized_animal #pink_hair #pink_skirt #pink_sleeves #pout #purple_eyes #purple_hair #raised_eyebrows #short_sleeves #sidelocks #sitting #skeb_commission #skin_fang #skirt #solo #star_(symbol) #star_in_eye #stomach #streaked_hair #stuffed_animal #stuffed_cat #stuffed_rabbit #stuffed_toy #symbol_in_eye #teddy_bear #thighhighs #two_side_up #tyomimas #variant_set #virtual_youtuber #wariza #white_skirt #white_thighhighs #wrist_cuffs https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/6380008

#1girl #ahoge #american_flag #american_flag_bikini #american_flag_print #anime_coloring #belt_collar #bikini #bikini_top_only #blonde_hair #blurry #blurry_background #blush #body_blush #breasts #chair #classroom #cleavage #collar #collarbone #collared_shirt #commentary_request #crossed_legs #curtains #dark-skinned_female #dark_skin #desk #dripping #eating #flag_print #flag_print_bikini #food #food_in_mouth #food_on_body #food_on_breasts #front-tie_top #green_eyes #holding #holding_food #holding_popsicle #huge_ahoge #large_breasts #looking_at_viewer #melting_popsicle #midriff #mito_ikumi #navel #on_desk #popsicle #print_bikini #raised_eyebrows #red_collar #school #school_chair #school_desk #sexually_suggestive #shiny_skin #shirt #shokugeki_no_souma #short_hair #sidelighting #sitting #sleeves_rolled_up #solo #sunlight #sweat #swimsuit #tied_shirt #washizuka_shou #white_shirt #window https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/2466374