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we're not kids anymore.
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i don't do bad sauce passes
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Show & Tell
Cosimo Galluzzi
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trying on a metaphor
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Some of Bluebeard's Wives, Charles Yates Fell, 1904
Chamber of Bluebeard's dead wives from Georges Méliès silent film, 1901
John Carradine in Bluebeard, 1944
A children's staged play, late 1800s
Depictions of Bluebeard's wives through the years.
In Every Universe
“The woman who checks her makeup half a dozen times a day to see if her foundation has caked or her mascara has run, who worries that the wind or the rain may spoil her hairdo, who looks frequently to see if her stockings have bagged at the ankle or who, feeling fat, monitors everything she eats, has become, just as surely as the inmate of the Panopticon, a self-policing subject, a self committed to a relentless self-surveillance. This self-surveillance is a form of obedience to patriarchy. It is also the reflection in woman’s consciousness of the fact that she is under surveillance in ways that he is not, that whatever else she may become, she is importantly a body designed to please or to excite.”
— Sandra Lee Bartky, “Foucault, Femininity, and the Modernization of Patriarchal Power.”
“There are many things that I do not know because I photocopied a text and then relaxed as if I had read it.”
— Umberto Eco, How to Write a Thesis
the long winter evening
''when did we all become so performative'' idk man when the threat of being recorded at any time and posted for milions to see without your knowledge became normalised.
(smugly) actually all narration is unreliable because language can only ever communicate through approximation
Richard Siken really and truly went off with “sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them”
You literally have to take this one wild and precious life and wrangle it into something that’s worth waking up every day for
Mark Rothko on the "recipe of a work of art," lecture at the Pratt Institute, 1958:
There must be a clear preoccupation with death—intimations of mortality… Tragic art, romantic art, etc. deals with the knowledge of death.
Sensuality. Our basis of being concrete about the world. It is a lustful relationship to things that exist.
Tension. Either conflict or curbed desire.
Irony. This is a modern ingredient—the self effacement and examination by which a man for an instant can go on to something else.
Wit and Play..for the human element.
The ephemeral and chance…for the human element.
Hope. 10% to make the tragic concept more endurable.
LIFE IS NOT A RACE IT IS A DIVINE UNFOLDING
“sour cherry & amaretto cheesecake with a shortbread crust.”
the eyes of someone who just vomited carry a vulnerable acceptance to grief only known in portraits of saints
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