The vandal known as Myth always slaughters Reason if she faulters.
House of Leaves, by Mark Z. Danielewski
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The vandal known as Myth always slaughters Reason if she faulters.
House of Leaves, by Mark Z. Danielewski
Nishimoto Ryota
a piece of wood carved to fit perfectly into a zippered plastic bag
Asleep, he looked a lot younger than going-on-seventeen, but I had noticed that Johnny looked younger when he was asleep, too, so I figured everyone did. Maybe people are younger when they are asleep.
-The Outsiders by SE Hinton
It occured to me that The Magician and The Tower are counterparts in some ways.
From the solid ground, The Magician stands before each element laid out upon a table and gestures: As Above, So Below. The Magician is full of potential change and acceptance of transportation.
The Tower does not gesture, it crumbles, and the people fall from it's heights. The elements are all present, but the change is the chaotic churning of a mudslide. These elements are not in the right place to be harnessed.
what if i featured a particular artist each month?
yes, only post works of one artist at a time
yes, but interspersed with other artists
yes, but I'm only interested in a particular kind of artist (comment pls!)
no, I like the blog as it is, grabbag style
no, but I'd like some other kind of monthly theme (comment pls!)
Q #1952
A Constant Hum (found in a derelict factory)
“Nihil durare potest tempore perpetuo, Cum bene sol nituit, redditur oceano, Decrescit Phoebe, quae modo fuit, Ventorum feritas saepe fit aura levis.”
Ancient graffiti found in the ruins of Pompeii. (CIL IV.9123)
“Nothing can last forever, Once the sun has shone, it returns beneath the sea, The moon, once full, eventually wanes, The violence of the winds often turns into a light breeze.”
Whale bones on the S. Coast of Snæfellsnes, near Búðir, Iceland, ca. 1900
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Power without love is reckless and abusive, and love without power is sentimental and anemic. Power at its best is love implementing the demands of justice, and justice at its best is power correcting everything that stands against love.
Where Do We Go From Here, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.