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ask   My name is Shannon LaRue. This is where I keep track of some stuff that I'm making, as well as some stuff that inspires me.

here are some other places you can find me:

http://www.shannonlarue.com
http://vimeo.com/user6672017
http://www.tumblr.com/like/by/shanlarue

Here’s a piece I did for the Postcard Collective’s spring exchange. 4x6 inkjet print with handwritten back, edition of 30.

Here’s a piece I did for the Postcard Collective’s spring exchange. 4x6 inkjet print with handwritten back, edition of 30.

— 2 days ago with 5 notes
#shannon larue  #poetry  #mail art  #photography  #postcard collective 
"

If you were still around
I’d tear into your fear
Leave it hanging off you
In long streamers
Shreds of dread

I’d turn you
Facing the wind
Bend your spine on my knee
Chew the back of your head
Til you opened your mouth to this life

"
Sam Shepard, Motel Chronicles (1982)
— 2 days ago with 5 notes
#sam shepard  #motel chronicles  #paris texas  #poetry 
Everything my husband touches turns to gold @kcgranger

Everything my husband touches turns to gold @kcgranger

— 1 week ago
2

oh things fall apart
and i’ll allow it
oh i liked working with you
oh i liked working with you too
oh i liked working
on you
on me
in you
i loved working with you two

— 1 week ago
NEW SONG: Sylvia - Ellen Siberian Tiger →

Yum yummmn

(Source: ellensiberiantiger)

— 1 week ago with 4 notes
I literally keep this monster under my bed

I literally keep this monster under my bed

— 3 weeks ago with 2 notes

Late night moves

— 3 weeks ago

New Humanisms Press presents a new photo bookwork by yours truly, available for purchase August 5 at shannonlarue.com

Go ahead and turn this up and watch in HD!

I’d like to thank Matthew Thompson for shooting, and Micah E. Wood for that bumpin score. You guys are the best!!

(Source: vimeo.com)

— 1 month ago with 7 notes
#Vimeo  #shannon larue  #new humanism spress  #artist book  #photo bookwork  #micah wood  #matthew thompson 
Nah we haven’t left yet, but already reminiscing.

Nah we haven’t left yet, but already reminiscing.

— 1 month ago with 2 notes
Millions (So Be It)

You think my daddy’s not gonna like you? You’re goddamn right. Once he sees how much I love ya, how much I need ya, nothing else remains - you are his next meal.

How often do you pray? How sincerely? While she’s talking to herself about screaming, naked, from a clif. She’s sitting in the corner singing Lana, “It’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you.” And we all laugh in the kitchen to cover the sad and lonely sound, but I am awake, and I am watching, and listening, and I cannot find you anywhere.

I have only ever lost myself in your arms. Is that what men do? They carry you?

Tonight I drove by my first boyfriend’s house, tonight I retraced our steps. I clenched my teeth and I imagined my lips smashing into the millions of lips I have loved.

What does it mean? What is the value of this? If he feels rejected, so be it. So be it.

— 1 month ago with 5 notes
#shannon larue  #poetry 
"

But in this world, where something is always listening, even
murmuring has meaning, as in the next room you moan

in your sleep, turning into late morning. My love, this might be
all we know of forgiveness, this small time when you can forget

what you are. There will come a day when the meadow will think
suddenly, water, root, blossom, through no fault of its own,

and the horses will lie down in daisies and clover. Bedeviled,
human, your plight, in waking, is to choose from the words

that even now sleep on your tongue, and to know that tangled
among them and terribly new is the sentence that could change your life.

"

Marie Howe, “The Meadow”

tangled / among them and terribly new

— 1 month ago
#Marie Howe  #poetry 
Suddenly having a CD changer.. Time capsule stuff

Suddenly having a CD changer.. Time capsule stuff

— 1 month ago with 1 note