namopanik

The aesthetic anaesthetizes.

[shewhoworshipscarlin]

Crab stick pin, 1900-09.

[namopanik]

Leon Kowalski (1870-1937), W teatrze

[namopanik]

słowo dnia:

sitzfleisch

[namopanik]

I think I’ve just spotted some Clive Barker’s paintings laying around in a shady motel in a movie called Dog Years (2017) and yes, I’m still patiently waiting for Abarat 4.

*waves*

[duelausoleil]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BDe4xygCcHy/

[duelausoleil]

Georgia Pendlebury

[oessa]

the textures of yemen / google earth

[namopanik]

And the most abaratian thing I came across since Abarat is...

Córka długozębych by Robert Stiller with Jerzy Skarżyński’s illustrations (Kraków 1970), a collection of delightfully irreal polynesian tales I picked up for the piccies.

[namopanik]

I will stop

feeling disappointed in adults acting childish, petty and unreasonable in three, two, ONE.

[namopanik]

headcanon that Christopher Carrion owns

a piece of some kind of a furniture, a small one that just always keeps coming in the way no matter where he’d put it. It’s decorated with kingwood inlays in that centric, rorschachian manner that just sucks the eye into it, but there’s a wicked twist to it, so the pulsation of the pattern seems to do unspeakable things to your mind.

It survived the fire.

[namopanik]

słowo dnia:

rozpajęczyć się

[namopanik]

Future occupation: an auspicious object.

[namopanik]

Ludzie jeszcze z liceum, którzy nie tylko wyglądali, ale przede wszystkim milczeli, oszczędni formaliści zdystansowani do przejawów zainteresowania swoją osobą. Z jakiego powodu, nie wiem. Na swój sposób betonowi, jak pamiętna rzeźba Bałki, z tą jedną małą rzeczą, w którą można wbijać szpilki.

https://magazynszum.pl/zawsze-chcialem-byc-artysta-ale-moge-tylko-o-nich-pisac-miroslaw-balka/

[namopanik]

[namopanik]

They shared a moment of silence for the conversation that had just died.

Harry Potter and the Garden of Intrigue, Book Two, Chapter 4

[namopanik]

Nominally a book that covers the rough century between the invention of the telegraph in the 1840s and that of computing in the 1950s, The Chinese Typewriter is secretly a history of translation and empire, written language and modernity, misguided struggle and brutal intellectual defeat. . . .

[namopanik]

What has become of that? Smoke and ashes and merely a tale, or not even so much as a tale.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, Book 12, No 27.