Flowers for the Void

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“We are often far from home in a dark town, and our griefs are difficult to translate into a language understood by others.”

Charlie Smith from The Meaning of Birds

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Rodchenko

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Alexey Brodovitch

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Visit Original Link

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For somebody who don’t drive, I’ve been all around the world

Some people say I’ve done alright for a girl

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The next real literary "rebels" in this country might well emerge as some weird bunch of "anti-rebels," born oglers who dare to back away from ironic watching, who have the childish gall actually to endorse single-entendre values. Who treat old untrendy human troubles and emotions in U.S. life with reverence and conviction. Who eschew self-consciousness and fatigue. These anti-rebels would be outdated, of course, before they even started. Too sincere. Clearly repressed. Backward, quaint, naive, anachronistic. Maybe that'll be the point, why they'll be the next real rebels. Real rebels, as far as I can see, risk things. Risk disapproval. The old postmodern insurgents risked the gasp and squeal: shock, disgust, outrage, censorship, accusations of socialism, anarchism, nihilism. The new rebels might be the ones willing to risk the yawn, the rolled eyes, the cool smile, the nudged ribs, the parody of gifted ironists, the "How banal." Accusations of sentimentality, melodrama. Credulity. Willingness to be suckered by a world of lurkers and starers who fear gaze and ridicule above imprisonment without law. Who knows.

David Foster Wallace, E Unibus Pluram: Television and US Fiction

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Judith Joy Ross (x)

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Judith Joy Ross

from Portraits at the Hazelton Public Schools 

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My childhood is so far away … it’s like I don’t even remember being a child. I think it was someone else who was a child.

Bob Dylan 

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Rower in a Tophat (x)

Gustave Caillebotte 

1877

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Grasses in Snow (x)

Harry Callahan

1943 

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Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to was never there… Where is there a place for you to be? No place… Nothing outside you can give you any place… In yourself right now is all the place you’ve got.

Flannery O’Connor 

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Garry Winogrand

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John Sloan (x)

Sunday, Women Drying Their Hair

1917

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I have noticed even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road.

Stephen Hawking

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Otto Steinert