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there's actually a secret eighth deadly sin and it's exactly like gluttony except for textile projects
Girlfriend, 2019 by Little Thunder 門小雷
Nothing has done quite so much damage to my internal vocabulary as the construction #MyNoun. I don't remember if it was from that "tour of my jar, this is my twig #MyTwig" or if it was from "inappropriate attachment to objects, my tuube #MyTuube" but either way it was one of you fuckers on here. I do it every time there's my noun #MyNoun
Golden Ratio
Even though the Golden Ratio is mathematical beauty, doesn't mean your back needs to be shaped as such. Straighten up!
My very first tiger drawing and my latest
Weediness as a quality of Art?
something i wrote down while I was at work
When I was walking in the town I saw some cool graffiti, and I thought, Hmm. Graffiti is a lot like weeds. It pops up in neglected and overlooked places, and thrives until someone destroys it in routine maintenance.
Like an ecosystem, art is a living system.
I quickly began to think of ways that graffiti and weeds are alike.
It is perceived as worthless or threatening economic incentives.
There are active efforts to destroy or eradicate it, which are eternally futile because of the aliveness of the system.
It appears in areas of active, violent neglect, disruption, and abandonment.
Its absence or presence can be a visual signal of class.
I thought, what are some other "weedy" artforms?
Fanfiction could be a weedy artform.
Huh, I thought. Are there domesticated or cultivated artforms?
It became clear to me that the answer was yes.
There are two types. One type is the crops: those plants that have daily necessity for all people. They are often monocultures, often highly exploitative, but they are a daily part of existence.
In art terms, this is pop culture and mass media: popular music, movies, tv shows.
The other type would be the ornamentals: those that are cultivated because they are perceived to have intrinsic value or beauty. These are the poems, paintings, sculptures, the arts that are seen as more intellectually important and more restricted in who has daily access.
Well, I thought then, are there "wild" artforms? And I thought that the answer once again had to be yes: that's textile arts, woodworking, pottery, basket making, arts that are often considered according to their practical value and not given the same consideration as fine arts. They are often romanticized and thought of as artifacts of the past to be preserved, and sometimes they are brought into cultivation (appreciation as fine arts), but they can lose their context and everyday usefulness. They are considered as threatened by economic incentives and efforts to protect them are perceived as wasteful.
Graffiti and fanfiction are weedy artforms. Are there others?
In addition to the qualities of weediness I listed up above, there is another quality: They get some of what they are from their antagonistic relationship with the mainstream view of what has value. They emerge in a space that is "owned" by another entity and thrive because there is no economical way to destroy them all faster than they can emerge. Likewise, Weeds are inherently (by some definitions) disrupting the intent of a space: they exist in defiance of what that space is "supposed to" be.
Fanfiction could be compared to weeds in an agricultural crop field: they spring up in the monoculture of popular media franchises and become more powerful and compelling than the environment that created them, even though many people will overlook their value.
Graffiti could be considered like lawn weeds: its presence has intense connotations of class, and the extermination campaigns are intense, but lawns that are neglected long enough (just like the walls of an abandoned building) can become places of diversity and thriving.
Weedy art could also be any art you create for yourself without special skill or economic incentive to do so, purely through intrinsic motivation. Many people kill these weeds before they grow into flowers, thinking that a common weed without any cultivation could never produce a beautiful flower, but if you let them grow you are often surprised. Doodles, drawings, anything you create could be weedy art.
Weeds are invincible on the evolutionary timescale, impossible to fully eradicate. They are our friends and have sustained us in many ways throughout human history. I read in a paper once a theory that true monoculture is only an idea in the human mind, never able to be truly realized, because weeds will always emerge and disrupt this false idea of perfection.
Certainly, our ecosystems are held together and sustained with life within this gap between how we imagine the world should be (clean, perfect, without weeds) and how the world really is (weeds! weeds! WEEDS!). Without weeds, the biodiversity in the world around us would crash dramatically.
Is this also true of weedy arts? Is the art we value the least and often actively try to eradicate, necessary for sustaining us as creative human beings?
the red herring
Which notorious English class short story fucked you up the most?
* I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream
*The King in Yellow
* The Lottery
* The Masque of the Red Death
* The Monkey’s Paw
* The Most Dangerous Game
* The Nameless City
* The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas
* There Will Come Soft Rains
*The Yellow Wallpaper
* The Veldt
* “you think those were fucked up? What about [X]!”
Which notorious English class short story fucked you up the most?
I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream
The King in Yellow
The Lottery
The Masque of the Red Death
The Monkey’s Paw
The Most Dangerous Game
The Nameless City
The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas
There Will Come Soft Rains
The Yellow Wallpaper
The Veldt
“you think those were fucked up? What about [X]!”
Okay I have things I should be seeing to but I couldn't help myself. In case you, like me, have not read all of these stories and would like to be amongst the lucky 10,000 today:
I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream by Harlan Ellison
The King in Yellow by Robert W Chambers*
The Lottery by Shirley Jackson**
The Masque of the Red Death by Edgar Allan Poe
The Monkey's Paw by W.W. Jacobs
The Most Dangerous Game by Richard O'Connell
The Nameless City by HP Lovecraft
The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas by Ursula K LeGuin
There Will Come Soft Rains by Ray Bradbury
The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
The Veldt by Ray Bradbury
Honorable Mention from the comments/reblogs:
All Summer in a Day by Ray Bradbury
*note: this is actually a collection of short stories and clocks in at about 72k words
**Originally published in the New Yorker in 1948; interestingly, the New Yorker still has this story archived on their website BEHIND A PAYWALL. CAN YOU IMAGINE.
sandro botticelli, dante and beatrice in stars
Frederick Carter (1883–1967), “The Dragon of the Alchemists”
engraved on wood by W.M. Quick, 1936
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salty crocs
after i finished reading everything is tuberculosis i've been thinking back to cytherea and the way she plays into being frail, weak, even up to the point where she dramatically faints.
how the seventh house is "seven for the beauty that blossoms and dies" and many members of the house have genetic blood cancer. among the seventh house, this disease and how it shortens their life is described as heightening their beauty.
also worth noting, the general frailness of necromancers is culturally seen as something that contributes to their attractiveness.
like, the empire john created brought back consumptive chic.
and this whole narrative of "dying is beautiful", "death is beautiful", "frailty is beautiful" really stems from the fact that necromancers are the ruling class— in the same way that consumptive chic existed primarily when tuberculosis was a disease that impacted everyone, including the rich ruling class, and not just the poor who were unable to afford treatment.
before germ theory was embraced, a prevailing narrative was that tuberculosis—and therefore, the beauty associated with it—was a disease that was inherited. the seventh house in particular embodies this with the way their disease is actually inherited, and the house deliberately tries to pass on the blood cancer genes to preserve this disease and their beauty.
Pointe Skirt by Darinika Atelier
bibian blue ss 2015
HUGE fan of trees growing in places they should not reasonably be able to
upside down
sideways
out of a rock
upside down in a freakin LAKE
out of an Indiana courthouse
out of ANOTHER
GODDAMN
TREE
none of that is a reasonable expectation!!!
i like trees
so many misguided metaphors around violence and desire. if the open maw of a panting beast fills you with the want to be devoured, that does not make you prey. while the rabbit trembles in fear, its deepest desire is to run. evolution demands it. in fact, the desire to be eaten does not make you any small animal at all.
it makes you a fruit.
Celine having a habit of badmouthing Rumi’s father only for it to come out that Rumi was a Honmoon baby, and Celine, you are in fact, the father! (She knows)