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Nicko Cecchini (Canadian, d.o.b. unknown) - Mightosis (2026)
Jenny Holzer, Black Book Posters, 1979
Michaela Coel photographed by Harley Weir for British Vogue (2025)
'City Limits'. Shaun Tan. 2017.
longhorn sheep looking through a window, 1981, linda mccartney
Nine Inch Nails | Behind the Scenes of “Closer” (1994)
i don't know what's going on with people whose tumblr page is just reblogs. maybe less ensouled than the humble textposter
A pair of marbled salamanders (Ambystoma opacum) in North Florida, USA
by Alex Roukis
Mosquito jewelry by Les Nereides
Big Leaf Season goal unlocked: embroidered a life-size bigleaf maple. This one is based on a leaf I collected in Forest Park, Portland, in August 2023 while I was playing hooky from the ESA annual meeting after getting back from Concatenate Fest and just wasn't ready to conference yet. 100% hand-stitched, no gods no masters no sewing machines.
Process photos: the pattern I drafted from the pressed leaf, rehydrating leaves I folded and pressed to bring home from Portland, pressing them flat to draft patterns
Gerda Luise Matthei-Schmidt (1893-1970), 'Der Märchenvogel' (The Fairytale Bird), 1900
A nice lady with many wings and a dragon's tail. Travelers' Tales: A Book of Marvels. 1927.
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Heeyoung Noh (Korean, 1995) - Be Quiet! I Won't! (2025)
chronically alienated 14 year old 4chan poster who typed out "Was nixon /ourguy/?" on a beautiful summer afternoon in july of 2013, the sky searingly bright & free of clouds - he felt like he could look up, & see forever, stretching beyond the horizon & into infinity, before looping back around into itself again. his father and mother were both away. alone in his room on the second floor, and from his window he could hear the cicadas in the garden. his fingers tremble slightly as he finds himself having to build up the courage to press enter. he's not sure why. it should be easy. this should be easy to do. it didn't used to be this hard. he needs it to be like it used to be
i really liked this essay on why literary fiction is sounding so much Like That these days, especially work by asian american authors:
This entire process selects for homework-doers, personal entrepreneurs, and individualistic bureaucrats. It's why, like I said, the oracular outsiders, the Pauls of the world, who can't conform to society's expectations to check boxes and become legible to the powers that be, aren't in these programs and aren't getting the opportunities that are downstream of them. It's why you end up with tons of fiction about "my white boyfriend" and "everyone online is mad at me" or "anxious strivers in NYC" or "my annoying polycule." These are the obstacles this class encounters. You can't spend time, like Cormac McCarthy did, living in an unheated cabin in the Smokies, or embedding with the Mujahideen like William T. Vollman, or working as a psychotherapist like Olga Tokarczuk. You must move from strength to strength, always turning in your homework on time, and certainly never suffering a psychotic break.
-- Trip, Estragon News, The Oracular Outsiders and the Homework Doers
i quite liked the conclusion to the piece:
Maybe it's because that fiction is being written for the people already bought in. Art that is made for the purpose of institutional legibility and approval is dead on arrival. Writing must stand on the outside, viewing the world at a tilt. Our world is being eaten by word machines that can imitate us perfectly. Unless American letters find the courage to welcome back in the oracular, it will disappear, replaced by machine that can conform to the demands of institutional legibility—really, the demands of capital—better than any human ever could.