[seiitchi]

[elizabethanism]

“Morning. Vast. Imprecision. Fog has covered everything in gray absolute.”

Etel Adnan, Sea & Fog

[stayreal-orelse]

Etel Adnan’s 1977 covers for Palestinian Affairs magazine, issues 192 and 193

[apocryphics]

Solzhenitsyn

[xphaiea]

1st Lunar Mansion of Gemini

[apocryphics]

Solzhenitsyn

[funeral]

In today's state of hyperactivity, where boredom is not allowed to emerge, we never reach the state of deep mental relaxation. The information society is an age of heightened mental tension, because the essence of information is surprise and the stimulus it provides. The tsunami of information means that our perceptual apparatus is permanently stimulated. It can no longer enter into contemplation. The tsunami of information fragments our attention. It prevents the contemplative lingering that is essential to narrating and careful listening . . . In the process of digitalization, . . . information acquires an altogether different status. Reality itself takes on the form of information and data. For the most part, we perceive reality in terms of information or through the lens of information. Information is an idea—that is, a re-representation. When reality takes the form of information, the immediate experience of presence withers. When digitalization gives everything the form of information, reality is flattened.

Byung-Chul Han, The Crisis of Narration

[seiitchi]

[kafk-a]

[beguines]

Carrie Fountain, from "Late Spring in the Mesilla Valley", Burn Lake

[photoarchive]

Khalil Raad, Four young girls decorating vases in a ceramic workshop in Nablus, 1920

[soracities]

““Green murmur, intact. The fig tree spreads out its arms to me.””

— – Federico García Lorca, Bacchus (tr. by Martin Sorrell)  (via shahrzad-s)

[thenewgothictwice-deactivated20]

Abed Abdi (Born 1941, Haifa, Palestine) - "Refugees, 1968."

[dozydawn]

“Palestinian little girl resting on the knees of a woman.”

Photographed by Sergio del Grande, 1979.

[smokefalls]

Even in this day and age, we still revere truth. But at the same time, we devote ourselves to the task of erasing the distinction between truth and fiction.

Izumi Suzuki, "Terminal Boredom" from Terminal Boredom (translated by Daniel Joseph)

[smokefalls]

How words circulate, thicken // the blood over time. Summoned / like a river by a larger body, I am carried / in sleep toward inherited longings.

Patrycja Humienik, "Wilno" from We Contain Landscapes

[wildhogs2007]