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Stranger Things
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
I'd rather be in outer space đ¸

ellievsbear
we're not kids anymore.

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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One Nice Bug Per Day
Misplaced Lens Cap
Xuebing Du

Andulka
trying on a metaphor
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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$LAYYYTER
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âWrite the hard poem.â Toi DerricotteÂ
Natalie Eilbert is the author of Swan Feast (Coconut Books, 2015). She is the founding editor of The Atlas Review and lives in Brooklyn, New York.
Whereâs the dog? Klaus Kremmerz
by Mark Bibbins, EditorThe rape joke is that you were 19 years old.The rape joke is that he was your boyfriend.The rape joke it wore a goatee. A goatee.Imagine the rape joke looking in the mirror, ...
Petersburg, Virginia. Protests and training for lunch counter sit-in harassment. Photographs by Howard Sochurek (1960). via blackarchives.co
It Was Summer Now and the Colored People Came Out Into the Sunshine
By Morgan Parker
They descend from the boat two by two. The gap in Angela Davisâs teeth speaks to the gap in James Baldwinâs teeth. The gap in James Baldwinâs teeth speaks to the gap in Malcolm Xâs Teeth. The gap in Malcolm Xâs teeth speaks to the gap in Malcolm Xâs teeth. The gap in Condoleezza Riceâs teeth doesnât speak. Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard kisses the Band Aid on Nellyâs cheek. Frederick Douglassâs side part kisses Nikki Giovanniâs Thug Life tattoo. The choir is led by Whoopi Goldbergâs eyebrows. The choir is led by Will Smithâs flat top. The choir loses its way. The choir never returns home. The choir sings funeral instead of wedding, sings funeral instead of allegedly, sings funeral instead of help, sings Black instead of grace, sings Black as knucklebone, mercy, junebug, sea air. It is time for war.
Facing All the Same Tomorrows (Unreleased 1965 Demo)
Under One Small Star
by Wislawa Szymborska
My apologies to chance for calling it necessity My apologies to necessity if Iâm mistaken, after all. Please, donât be angry, happiness, that I take you as my due. May my dead be patient with the way my memories fade. My apologies to time for all the world I overlook each second. My apologies to past loves for thinking that the latest is the first. Forgive me, distant wars, for bringing flowers home. Forgive me, open wounds, for pricking my finger. I apologise for my record of minuets to those who cry from the depths. I apologise to those who wait in railway stations for being asleep today at five a.m. Pardon me, hounded hope, for laughing from time to time. Pardon me, deserts, that I donât rush to you bearing a spoonful of water. And you, falcon, unchanging year after year, always in the same cage, you gaze always fixed on the same point in space, forgive me, even if it turns out you were stuffed. My apologies to the felled tree for the tableâs four legs. My apologies to great questions for small answers. Truth, please donât pay me much attention. Dignity please be magnanimous. Bear with me, O mystery of existence, as I pluck the occasional thread from your train. Soul, donât take offense that Iâve only got you now and then. My apologies to everyone that I canât be everywhere at once. My apologies to everyone that I canât be each woman and each man. I know that I wonât be justified as long as I live, since I myself stand in my own way. Donât bear me ill will, speech, that I borrow weighty words, then labor heavily so that they may seem light.
Guy Billout
âThis photograph depicts a classified âlistening stationâ deep in the forests of West Virginia. The station is located at the center of the âNational Radio Quiet Zone,â a region of approximately 34,000 square kilometres in West Virginia and parts of Maryland. Within the Quiet Zone, radio transmissions are severely restricted: omnidirectional and high-powered transmissions (such as wireless internet devices and FM radio stations) are not permitted.
The listening station, which forms part of the global ECHELON system, was designed in part to take advantage of a phenomenon called âmoonbounce.â Moonbounce involves capturing communications and telemetry signals from around the world as they escape into space, hit the moon, and are reflected back towards Earth.
The photograph is a long exposure under the full moon light.â
âIt was once a tactic of students of religion to cite the appendix of James H. Leubaâs Psychological Study of Religion (1912), which lists more than fifty definitions of religion, to demonstrate that âthe effort clearly to define religion in short compass is a hopeless taskâ (King 1954). Not at all! The moral of Leuba is not that religion cannot be defined, but that it can be defined, with greater or lesser success, more than fifty ways.â â J.Z. Smith, âReligion, Religions, Religiousâ
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Luis Barragan, Cuadra San Cristobål, 1966-68