i think every publisher should have to institute a ban on books that fail what i’m calling the “little life” and “what else?” tests
for reference.

Kaledo Art
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
One Nice Bug Per Day
Cosmic Funnies
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
noise dept.
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JBB: An Artblog!

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blake kathryn
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we're not kids anymore.

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dirt enthusiast
i don't do bad sauce passes
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i think every publisher should have to institute a ban on books that fail what i’m calling the “little life” and “what else?” tests
for reference.
t shirt that says I MISS EVERYONE I WAS EVER FLEETINGLY CLOSE TO SO MUCH THAT IT KILLS
oh man. oh jeez
Seizure, Male, 25 years old, 2010
Suicide with gun, Male, 40 years old, 2010
Illness, Female, 60 years old, 2010
Murder, Male, 40 years old, 2010
Suicide with shotgun, Male, 60 years old, 2011
Murder, Male, 40 years old, 2011
Suicide with gun, Male, 45 years old, 2011
Overdose, Female, 40 years old, 2010
Overdose, Female, 30 years old, 2010
At the Hour of Our Death
Death, like birth, is part of a process. However, the processes of death are often shielded from view. Today in Western society most families leave to a complete stranger the responsibility of preparing a loved one’s body for its final resting place. Traditional mourning practices, which allowed for the creation of Victorian hair jewelry or other memento mori items, have fallen out of fashion. Now the stain of death is quickly removed and the scene is cleaned and normalized. As Phillipe Aries writes, “Society no longer observes a pause; the disappearance of an individual no longer affects its continuity”.’
At the age of seventeen, I lost a friend to suicide. While visiting his home the day after the event, I witnessed a clean-up crew steam cleaning the carpet in his bedroom. All physical traces of the past 24 hours had vanished.
These large-scale color photographs capture and fully illuminate swatches of bedding, carpet and upholstery marked with the signs of the passing of human life. The fabrics which are first removed by a trauma scene clean up crew, are relocated to a warehouse before being destroyed. I tack each swatch to the wall and use the crew’s floodlights to illuminate the scene. The images are my attempt to slow the moments before and after death into a single frame, to allow what is generally invisible to become visible, and to engage with a process from which we have become disconnected. - Sarah Sudhoff
Antique medical instruments
aria aber, “my father drives me to düsseldorf airport” / hedgie choi, “salvage”
The Twisted Mirror in The Green Room: Abjection in Shirley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House, Enikő Kovács
obsessed. also makes sense when you remember than butterflies drink blood
CRONENBERG’S OBJECTS OF CURIOSITY
A 16-page zine exploring the relationship between the body, technology, and desire through the objects of David Cronenberg films.
Printed and assembled by hand
Copies available — DM or see link:
from a recent reflection
Litany of ordinary violences by Torrin A. Greathouse
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Its (The Gothic) style will tend to be ornate, unnatural and thus operate against the perennial human desire to believe the word as fact. Its only humour is black humour. It retains a single moral function- that of provoking unease.
Angela Carter's Afterward to Fireworks: Nine Profane Pieces
acknowledgments by Danez Smith