Kathleen Burke on the set of The Island of Lost Souls
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Kathleen Burke on the set of The Island of Lost Souls
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Well thatâs unsettling.Â
One of the strange things that we humans can do is to look at our own Selves from the outside in, as well as from the inside out. In other words, we can feel and at the same time watch our Selves feeling.
Education pioneer Annemarie Roeper on what the Self really is â fascinating read. (via explore-blog)
Jean-Luc Godard Week Pierrot le Fou, 1965 Cinematography:Â Raoul Coutard
David Copperfield (1969). Polish poster by Eryk Lipinski.
At the psychotic level, the individual fights more desperately than any artist in order to delineate those boundaries between the self and the outside world. Our clinical team had to help clients create a safe place in a world consistently threatening them as they straddled the line between the...
Names are like passkeys which unlock our empathy, in a single moment capable of transforming a stranger into someone deserving of our decency. But, interestingly, the empathizing effect of knowing someoneâs name still applies when its bearer isnât human. It was quite likely after our earliest interspecies bonding, with the domestication of dogs some 50,000 years ago, that we first began to bestow some form of personal names upon animals, too â and in so doing, elevated their distinction from a generalized animal, to an individualized companion. Itâs not surprising then that, in that recognition, dogs soon gained access to affection and endearment we once reserved only for our own kind.
A brief history of naming animals. Pair with the fascinating history of how we domesticated dogs, then explore some of the names famous authors gave their pets.Â
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âThe earth itself is slightly resistant to routine.â
Rebecca West (via theparisreview)
Indeed, Clarkâs main beef with our repression is that we enter into it willingly. âDigital Witness,â the albumâs conceptual centerpiece, complains, âIf I canât show it, you canât see me/ Whatâs the point of doing anything?â â a not-at-all-subtle allusion to the modern-day culture of (over-)sharing. It evokes what you might call the commodification of identity, the sense that our very selves have become data for processing and monetizing, and the way we have acquiesced to this with barely a whimper: âGive me all of your mind/ I want all of your mind⌠Wonât somebody sell me back to me?â
Tom Hawking, Mundane Futurism: St. Vincent, âHer,â and the 21st Centuryâs Bland New Dystopia (Flavorwire.com)
Albert Kahn - Two Cossack soldiers in Urga
Secretary Kerry was greeted by members of the South Korean honor guard in traditional military uniforms upon arrival in South Korea today for his second visit as Secretary of State.
A photograph from photographer Lena Herzog and aeronaut Graham Dorringtonâs sketchbook âAirship.â The series details Dorringtonâs dream of âpure, silent, slow flight over the jungle treetops,â which was documented in Werner Herzogâs film The White Diamond.
Kwaidan (1964). French poster.
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The intelligent man who is proud of his intelligence is like the condemned man who is proud of his large cell.
Simone Weil (via jacqueslacan)