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#inane personal post

weltenwellen

Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems

#eyes to fly with and wings to see

cookiesketches

just trying to draw water

cornedbeefhashtags

In 2004, Drew Barrymore revolutionized the horror genre in 50 First Dates, where she starred as an ill-fated amnesiac doomed to rediscover each morning that she was married to Adam Sandler. In this essay, I will

jessicafletchers

julien baker - “appointments” / larissa pham - “abject permanence” / the mountain goats - “cry for judas” / richard siken - “the worm king’s lullaby”

#it deepens like a coastal shelf #shooting stars and open scars

jonathan-bogart

While I’ve been looking at cartoons that I think are artistically important or at least interesting in some quasi-literary way, there are a whole lot of cartoons I love because I just love them, man, you know?

Carl Rose drew a lot of them, especially in the mid-to-late 1930s, and got full pages and sometimes two-page spreads on which to display his craft.

This is one of my favorite examples of his oversized, crowded panels which you can spend minutes getting lost in the details of. The caption, which provides the pretext for the drawing, is almost eye-rolling in its “satire”: A Caravan Of California Millionaires, Fleeing Eastward From The State Income Tax, Encamps For The Night In Hostile Wisconsin Territory.

But it’s the details that make it work on the level of joyful absurdity, rather than purely satirically. A lesser comic mind would have just circled the limousines and left it at that; Rose has titans of finance arguing over a map of the U.S., heavily-furred-up wives playing bridge, snooty servants lighting the candles for a four-course meal, a socially insecure guy still in his car trying to get his tie to come out right, and hired goons all around the frame making sure no raiders are coming to scalp our heroes.

It’s a typical New Yorker cartoon of its era in poking gentle fun at the very rich, rather than being socially responsible and calling for their heads on a platter (this was published in 1937, in the middle of the Great Depression), but however strong my feeling of class resentment, I can’t help being charmed by this image of ridiculously opulent survivalism. Anything that calls to mind Chesterton’s maxim about “we few” always meaning “we happy few” scores points with me.

fullmetalfisting

Apparently when my grandma first came to America she didn’t know what a raccoon was and assumed it was a fucked up cat and adopted it. I just imagine this 13 yr old girl with a heavy Eastern European accent being like “this is my cat, Petr. He is not very friendly”

aseaofquotes

#and light becomes what it touches

water-aesthetics

girodentado

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nevver

Return to Magenta, Svitlana Moiseienko

liebesglitzer

wo gehst du hin, wenn du sagst, dass du nach hause gehst? München, Germany, 2014

exhaled-spirals

Lisel Mueller, “Cicadas” in Dependencies (1965)

thepastisaroadmap

[Image description: black text on a white background. Transcript follows.

CICADAS

Always in unison, they are / the rapt voice of silence,

so singleminded I cannot tell / if the sound is rich or thin,

cannot tell even if it is sound / the high, sustained note

which gives to a summer field / involved with the field at noon

a stillness as palpable / as smoke and mildew

know only: when they are gone / one scrubbed autumn day

after the clean sweep / of the bright, acrid season

what remains is a clearing of rest / of balance and attention

but not the second skin / hot and close, of silence.

End image description]

irrealisms

@consumptive-sphinx

#<33333

vestriis

Regarding the “ugly villains” thing, what I think people do not understand is that by default, if you have a villain who is evil, then they are going to be sexy! This is because evil is sexy. Of course there are different flavours of evil—your corrupt politicians aren’t the same flavour as your sadistic nutjobs—but the point remains that overall, if you have someone is evil, umming and ahhing over the pros/cons of making them sexy is just ridiculous. ‘tis human nature to thirst over what is morally abhorent, just accept that and move on.