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@amarinthine
Was gonna make a post about how we should invent turning people into places but realized that's just a grave
https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqr2JN4FQ0R/
I want to lie down on hard ground, rest my medicated head
on lichen-cuffed roots and list all the times I allowed myself to want without trying. I want to try.
— Curtis LeBlanc, from “Birding in the Glass Age of Isolation,” Birding in the Glass Age of Isolation
Your god comes and he is ordinary and terrible. He confers with the doctors at your kitchen table and tells you to eat your clots, round as peas. You want dessert. You want to deceive him, but he, like you, has eyes, and uses them.
Leila Chatti, from “Portrait of the Illness as Nightmare”
A conversation w/ a snared fox at the edge of the field
Shakespearean Wisdom Appears on a Building in Las Vegas in New Sunlight-Activated Installation by DAKU
a graduate student in philosophy at the university of toronto wrote a program to strip occurrences of “unintentional haiku” from corpuses of text and:
> Snow falls, and is white; > the falling is a process, > the whiteness is not. > (Bertrand Russell, The Analysis of Mind) > > The game, one would like > to say, has not only rules > but also a point. > (Ludwig Wittgenstein, Philosophical Investigations) > > No Grandfather, no > Father; no Father, no Tim; > no Tim, no killing. > (David Lewis, “The Paradoxes of Time Travel”) > > Suppose that I cling > to some rock as a mere means > of escaping death. > (Derek Parfit, Reasons and Persons) > > We sometimes say: in > later life I will be a > different person. > (David Lewis, “Survival and Identity”) > > You have an auto > accident one winter night > on a lonely road. > (Thomas Nagel, The View from Nowhere) > > When I turn my eye > inward, I find nothing but > doubt and ignorance. > (David Hume, A Treatise of Human Nature)
Details from illuminated manuscripts. Getty Museum, 2018
“For 35 years, husband and wife team Véronique and Jean-François have been harvesting, drying and selling over fifty varieties of flower on their 7000m² farm in the countryside of Auvergne.”
Pale violet from mussel shells. There is something beautiful about color when you know its origins - it was made in the ocean under the waves.
Flowers exposed to Ink
Prosthetic arm, Europe, 1850 - 1910
In January 1997, the crew of a fishing vessel in the Baltic Sea found something unusual in their nets: a greasy yellowish-brown lump of clay
so this is maybe my pick of the year for news articles... sorry for posting a mile of excerpts but it's a thrilling and horrifying read
2016-09-26
When you feel like you want to cry looking at the stars I feel like that when I have certain dreams where I’m in a completely different place with different people as though I’m remembering something so I wake up emotional. Now when i look at the stars i feel whole and i get this warm glow like i am watching a long lost family.
various sacred hearts (damien hirst; tim tate; antique ex-voto; 19th c. french religious card; 19th c. french reliquary; repousee antique; carved wood frame c. 1890-1920; unknown painting)