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nemfrog

Kimonos. Japan, Home of the Sun. 1963. Kikuko Mori, illustrator.

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The Mosquito Knows - D. H. Lawrence

The mosquito knows full well, small as he is

he’s a beast of prey.

But after all

he only takes his bellyful,

he doesn’t put my blood in the bank.

#poem #dh lawrence

nathanbates

“I don’t think I can overestimate how important The Piano is for me in hindsight. It sits on my funny old CV like a medal on my chest. It wasn’t my film. It was Jane’s. I wasn’t the star of the film. That was Holly. But there is honour to be found in the second fiddle. Or fourth. No-one notices you much, you don’t get nominated for things. But you served. I was there in an important feminist film. I was there on the front line in an important New Zealand film. Neither of these labels does the film justice. It’s a work of art. And look, that tiny little figure in the fabric – see down there on the right – that’s me. It’s a film that will always have a place in cinema history. And I served in it.”

- Sam Neill (from his memoir “Did I Ever Tell You This?”)

free-my-mindd

wyrm-boy

sidsrockingchair

Career HIGH 10 ASSISTS for Cookie | 3.16.2026

@stuckinnet gif ❤️

weevil-mastermind

Imagine if we did the “public libraries are punk” thing for other subcultures. Imagine if people made shirts that said “Soup kitchens are grunge” or “Mixed Use Urbanism is Juggalo”.

vintar

academicabyss

toddsolondz

i’m like a clown that no one hired or pays

boomer-mythology-destroyer

mothermara

remember to bury the dead with a phone, everyone. these days the ferry terminal at the river styx wants you to download a fucking app

thememedaddy

litafficionado

“In my poetry class, I’ve always had students memorize something, a few things. I feel that if they’ve forgotten everything I’ve said, if they haven’t written anything down all semester and just stared out the window, at least they’ll come away with a poem memorized.

So one day, years ago, I was on the subway in New York, and a guy across the aisle kept kind of looking at me and finally he came over and said he recognized me as his teacher. I’d taught him about 10 years before that, or more. He’d since become an oncologist, and I congratulated him on his success. Then he said, “You made us memorize a poem.” And I said, “Yes.” And he said, “I’d like to say that poem for you.”

And it was a little poem by Emily Dickinson that he’d carried in his head, and maybe in his heart, for all those years. Over the roar of the 6 train, he yelled that poem in my ear, and I think it was probably the most satisfying pedagogical experience I’ve ever had.” -Billy Collins, in a conversation

splend-42

If I were a murderer, and I'd meticulously planned a murder, and then I turned up at the place to do the murder and found that world-famous-murder-solver Hercule Poirot was also there, I would simply not do the murder.

#correct