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I hate that when youโre stressed enough your body just starts falling apart. I think it should realize youโre already stressed and donโt need that and start functioning better actually
tanya habjouqa, "teenage girls try on dresses for an upcoming dance in ramallah, in the west bank," n.d. from occupied pleasures (2015)
Top 3 things people love insisting they don't have despite it being impossible
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Just saying
We don't even know if "Saturn Devouring His Son" is depicting Saturn devouring his son.
People just assumed the painting is of Saturn, but the painter Francisco Goya never gave it a title or left any notes. It could be any random cannibalism.
He didn't even paint it for public display, he painted it directly on the walls of his house.
its probably a normal sign for the economy that all of my adulthood fantasies are like "imagine having your own kitchen living room and bathroom to decorate" "what if i could get on a train" "maybe one day i could purchase a sturdy pair of shoes" "i should save and invest in a single bicycle"
โI want you to do this with me for one month. One month. Write 10 observations a week and by the end of four weeks, you will have an answer. Because when someone writes about the rustic gutter and the water pouring through it onto the muddy grass, the real pours into the room. And itโs thrilling. Weโre all enlivened by it. We donโt have to find more than the rustic gutter and the muddy grass and the pouring cold water.โ
โ Marie Howe, Boston Universityโs 2016 Theopoetics Conferenceย (via mothersofmyheart)
Marie Howe:
I ask my students every week to write 10 observations of the actual world. Itโs very hard for them.
Ms. Tippett:
Really?
Ms. Howe:
They really find it hard.
Ms. Tippett:
What do you mean? What is the assignment? 10 observations of their actual world?
Ms. Howe:
Just tell me what you saw this morning like in two lines. I saw a water glass on a brown tablecloth, and the light came through it in three places. No metaphor. And to resist metaphor is very difficult because you have to actually endure the thing itself, which hurts us for some reason.
Ms. Tippett:
It does.
Ms. Howe:
It hurts us.
Ms. Tippett:
You naming something.
Ms. Howe:
We want to say, โIt was like this; it was like that.โ We want to look away. And to be with a glass of water or to be with anything โ and then they say, โWell, thereโs nothing important enough.โ And thatโs whole thing. Itโs the point.
Ms. Howe:
Itโs the this, right?
Ms. Howe:
Right, the this, whatever. And then they say, โOh, I saw a lot of people who really wantโ โ and, โNo, no, no. No abstractions, no interpretations.โ But then this amazing thing happens, Krista. The fourth week or so, they come in and clinkety, clank, clank, clank, onto the table pours all this stuff. And it so thrilling. I mean, it is thrilling. Everybody can feel it. Everyone is just like, โWow.โ The slice of apple, and then that gleam of the knife, and the sound of the trashcan closing, and the maple tree outside, and the blue jay. I mean, it almost comes clanking into the room. And itโs just amazing.
Ms. Tippett:
In some basic level, what theyโve done is just engage with their senses.
Ms. Howe:
Yeah, and have been present out of their minds and just noticing whatโs around them, which is โ we donโt do. And again, not to compare it to anything. Theyโre not allowed. And thatโs very hard for them. And then on the fifth or sixth week, I say, โOK, use metaphors.โ And they donโt want to. They donโt know how. Theyโre like, โWhy would I? Why would I compare that to anything when itโs itself?โ Exactly. Good question.
So then you think, why the necessity of a metaphor? Why do you have to use a metaphor now? Not just to do it to avoid it, but to do it to make it more there. And itโs very interesting.
The words and silences we live by. The rituals that sustain us. The poetry of ordinary time.
I am so sick and tired of having to charge stuff every day of my miserable life!! My phone, my watch, my headphones, my vibrator, my backup vibrator, my emergency vibrator, the ancient cursed amulet of darkness that whispers to me....it's too much!!!
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even when I draw skinny people I make a point to draw rolls and folds and a little bit of skin if nothing else spilling out from the belt line bc like everyone has these things and it's important to me to include that. I also do this for pervert reasons but that's beside the point.
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The thing about how you will talk like a tumblr user for the rest of your life is that usually people wonโt clock it but sometimes youโll meet someone and youโll actually be able to see a look of painful recognition in their eyes when you say some tumblypoo bullshit while everyone else just thinks you had an epic original thought. And itโs gonna make you a little bit sorry you were born
๐๐ต'๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ญ๐บ. ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต'๐ด ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ข๐ญ, ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ๐ท๐ช๐ด๐ช๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ.
The Little Prince (1974) dir. Stanley Donen โณย Based on the novella written and illustrated by Antoine de Saint-Exupรฉry: Le Petit Prince (1943).