been a long bloody time
but pondering trying to spend a little more time here, talking about books
if such things are still things
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been a long bloody time
but pondering trying to spend a little more time here, talking about books
if such things are still things
Mark Rothko,Ā Untitled, 1959
Oil on paper 38 x 25 1/16 in. (96.5 x 63.7 cm) Estate/Inventory Number 2117.59 Collection of Kate Rothko Prizel.
Ā© Kate Rothko Prizel and Christopher Rothko
(Another one I took at the NGA show)
Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1962, signed and dated 1962 on the reverse, oil on paper mounted to panel, 12 by 9 in.Ā
Ā© 1998 Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York
feels like today for sure
4.26
I woke up from dreams of rejections into a morning gray and comfortable Feeling at peace with the idea of not getting
What I want is simple What Iād like is something
Else, I fear that it will go too far
And so I sit, to write, again
So... who else is in the process of dusting off their tumblr after todayās news, eh?
Mark Rothko, No.2 (Yellow Center), 1954
Oil on canvas, 289.5x173.5 cmĀ
Ā Ā© Tehran Museum of Contemporary ArtĀ
Ā© Kate Rothko-Prizel & Christopher RothkoĀ
California Cottages: Interior Design, Architecture & Style, 1996
He was running late.
They all were, it seemed -- everyone, all around. Heads down, unable to tear themselves away from the latest horror. It weighed upon him, this feeling of unending stress and strife, this sense that it would only get worse before it could possibly get better (and even the getting better might only be a mitigating better as opposed to true progress).
As the world moved faster and faster, he tried to keep pace in his daily life and the race was running him ragged. And so it was that he awoke on the last day of September and realized that heād not even packed, not even considered the trip forthcoming.
And he wondered, for the first time, if it was a trip he could make. The world of fantasy and fear was ultimately an escape, and the real world demanded presence. It demanded a commitment to the fight.
āBut,ā said his partner, shining red dog standing by her side, āno one can go forever. Everyone needs a break. Others will take up the fight. Donāt let them take this from you.ā
And so he shrugged on his jacket and set to packing.
The 2018 October Country Reading List
* Dinner, CĆ©sar Aira * Lives of the Monster Dogs, Kirsten Bakis * Found Audio, N.J. Campbell * The Honours, Tim Clare * Scratch, Steve Himmer * Amatka, Karin Tidbeck * The Twilight Pariah, Jeffrey Ford * Needful Things, Stephen King * Dracul, Dacre Stoker & J.D. Barker * Frankenstein in Baghdad, Ahmed Saadawi * Memento Mori, Muriel Spark * The Job of the Wasp, Colin Winnette * Such Small Hands, AndrĆ©s Barba * The Bus on Thursday, Shirley Barrett * The Wasp Factory, Iain Banks * The Twenty Days of Turin, Giorgio De Maria * Alice Isnāt Dead, Jeffrey Fink * House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski * Kindred, Octavia Butler * Dark Tales, Shirley Jackson * Judderman, D.A. Northwood * Wolfman Confidential, Justin Robinson * My Sister, the Serial Killer, Oyinkan Braithwaite * Fear and His Servant, Mirjana NovakoviÄ * The Last Wolf / Herman, LĆ”szló Krasznahorkai * The Ghost Box I & II, ed. by Patton Oswalt
As ever, he had more than he needed. But he didnāt mind the weight, even as he sprinted down the tracks towards the eagerly waving conductor, whose skeletal hand clapped him on the shoulder as he leapt aboard the slowly departing last train of the night. When he awoke, heād be there...
....the October Country.
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āŖeven my brunch screams autumn ššāļøā¬
It makes me angry, how good John Mayer was until ~2013 and how... not good he is now. Is that what approaching 40 will do to a moderately talented white man? Because yeesh.
(His solo stuff anyway. Dead & Co, rock on.)
Am I the only one who thinks itās weird that 5 out of 6 living presidents were all born in either 1924 or 1946
Hever Castle, Kent, the childhood home of Anne Boleyn.