Tanka Diary
There were sunny days
when I was led on by hope
and the songs of birds.
But today the sun is gone,
and I feel I’ve lived too long.
– Michael Boiano
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Tanka Diary
There were sunny days
when I was led on by hope
and the songs of birds.
But today the sun is gone,
and I feel I’ve lived too long.
– Michael Boiano
Light falls of board walk, Eizin Suzuki
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Prophet.
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Andreas Rickenbacher (Swiss, b. 1959), Eiszeit am Silsersee [Ice Age on Lake Sils], 2017. OIl on canvas, 140 x 100 cm.
The secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don’t deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don’t surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover’s skin. You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don’t. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won’t. In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesn’t. And yet you want to know again. That is their mystery and their magic.
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things (via bookmania)
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Sandra Cinto (Brazilian, b. 1968), Tempest in Red, 2009. Acrylic and permanent pen on canvas, 160 x 249 cm. Albright-Knox Art Gallery, Buffalo, NY.
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Compulsory heterosexuality works most powerfully in the most casual modes of conversation. One asks: ‘Do you have a boyfriend?’ to a girl, or one asks ‘Do you have a girlfriend?’ (to a boy). Queer subjects feel the tiredness of making corrections and departures; the pressure of this insistence, this presumption, this demand that asks either for a ‘passing over’ (a moment of passing, which is not always available) or for direct or indirect forms of self-revelation (‘but actually, he’s a she’ or ‘she’s a he’, or just saying ‘she’ instead of ‘he’ or ‘he’ instead of ‘she’ at the obvious moment). No matter how ‘out’ you may be, how (un)comfortably queer you may feel, those moments of interpellation get repeated over time, and can be experienced as a bodily injury; moments which position queer subjects as failed in their failure to live up to the ‘hey you too’ of compulsory heterosexuality.
Sara Ahmed, The Cultural Politics of Emotion (via empirescollapse)
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