peelingcrimson

When it isn't red--it's blue. And it's always black and white.

[wordsnquotes]

But the heart has its own memory and I have forgotten nothing.

Albert Camus, The Fall (via wordsnquotes)

[darksilenceinsuburbia]

Vivian Maier

From Self-portraits

[holyembers]

[wordsnquotes]

If you are not like everybody else, then you are abnormal, if you are abnormal , then you are sick. These three categories, not being like everybody else, not being normal and being sick are in fact very different but have been reduced to the same thing.

Michel Foucault (via wordsnquotes)

[rhamphotheca]

Watch the Foucault Interview That Was Lost for Decades – Until Now

Lost for nearly 30 years, an interview has recently surfaced on YouTube between Michel Foucault and Dutch anarchist Fons Elders. The interview was conducted before Foucault’s debate with Noam Chomsky, which was moderated by Elders. Elders, some may recall, paid Foucault partially in hash for the debate.

In the interview, Foucault discusses his work in “Madness and Civilization” and ties it to his greater project. He goes on to talk about knowledge and truth, the subject and societal tolerance. “The universality of our knowledge,” Foucault explains, “has been acquired at the cost of exclusions.”…

(read more: Critical Theory)

[reiner-maul]

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Verkehrungslehre attackedemisch gelesenswert gebohrsamst euereiner.

Entleerungskehre mischlingsdackelhaft wertsegeln Samtohr Eimereuter.

Ährenregel mit Haftlackschlingen legendengewährt Rohrsamen Reitereier.

Leere Ferkel flach auf das Dach legen und warten insgesamt einerlei.

[peelingcrimson]

It's over today The heat is gone Time is gone F for fake I feel no wrong Hide no wrong I love this place The lights Under this face So dry Only way to change Give yourself away Don't be ashamed Next in line Close one eye Just walk by In these days I'm breathing stone Crying alone I'll win this race I'll leave alone Arrive alone. Love this place The lights Under this face So dry Stripped to the bone I did no wrong Truth is my name Give yourself away

Faith No More 'Stripsearch'

[peelingcrimson]

[backtotheussr]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Around me all colors are extinguished. It is frightening. The place of the damned must be this colorless. A glowing, fiery hell would still be beautiful! And since all that is beautiful confers happiness and blesses, a flaming hell would be no punishment—only the gray, grazy, gray which is part of the endless monotony and wilderness is the true, terrible punishment.

Egon Schiele, from Letters: Schiele In Prison (via violentwavesofemotion)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

No erotic work of art is filth if it is artistically significant; it is only turned into filth through the beholder if he is filthy.

 Egon Schiele, from Letters: Schiele In Prison (via violentwavesofemotion)

[huariqueje]

Egon Schiele first year  d’Accademia, autumn 1906, Alessandra Comini photo archive; courtesy Galerie St. Etienne New York

[dappledwithshadow]

Coal Barges II, Vincent van Gogh

1888

[reiner-maul]

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Flachebenichts schleichpfadwärts Stillebensversicherung.

Dach heben? Ich pfeif schlaffe Werte in willensverlorene Richtung.

Kraches wegen sich schneiden? Ach, verkehrt, Schiller, Achtung!

Nachtleben erpicht, seicht aber lehrte Pillen verschlingen in Rundung.

[jujugiordano]

New York November 10, 1958 Dear Thom: We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers. First — if you are in love — that’s a good thing — that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you. Second — There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had. You say this is not puppy love. If you feel so deeply — of course it isn’t puppy love. But I don’t think you were asking me what you feel. You know better than anyone. What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it — and that I can tell you. Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it. The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it. If you love someone — there is no possible harm in saying so — only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration. Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also. It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another — but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good. Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I’m glad you have it. We will be glad to meet Susan. She will be very welcome. But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to. She knows about love too and maybe she can give you more help than I can. And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away. Love, Fa

John Steinbeck on Falling in Love (via jujugiordano)

[johnnyquesst]

And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual. This is what I am and what I am about. I can understand why a system built on a pattern must try to destroy the free mind, for this is one thing which can by inspection destroy such a system. Surely I can understand this, and I hate it and I will fight against it to preserve the one thing that separates us from the uncreative beasts. If the glory can be killed, we are lost.

John Steinbeck (via johnnyquesst)

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