Acquired Stardust
Claire Keane
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Stranger Things
will byers stan first human second
noise dept.
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Misplaced Lens Cap

@theartofmadeline
Xuebing Du

if i look back, i am lost

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@thesilverolfactory
1$ flea market score. Tiny glass 1960s perfume bottles. I love them.
Can you swap their heads ?
omg you can
Their meeting was foretold in the ancient texts
jenny holzer, 1983
When I wrote sentences in my diary, willing myself to describe rooms, paintings, dreams, garments, encounters, and so to fix them against oblivion - crossing out and starting over, repeating, replacing and slightly altering, fibbing - I discovered that I wanted their edges to shimmer. I wanted the gorgeousness in the tawdry and girlish, but I also wanted the anger. Sentences had surfaces; I wanted them to begin to undo themselves, to careen into the impossible. A sentence could be a blade.
Lisa Robertson, The Baudelaire Fractal
Walking between the field and the last houses at 10pm holding the lilacs aloft like a torch its vital sense of pause everything will be hesitation the acts of transposition muscular, tactile, olfactory where the image itself senses.
from 3 Summers by Lisa Robertson
"[Jacques] Roubaud suggests that there were many trobairitz [women troubadours] in Occitanie, and that the Church destroyed their work during the Catholic Inquisition that was carried out in the region from 1229 until 1329. For Glissant this Inquisition, and the 1209–29 crusade against the Cathars, constitute the beginning of the political construction of the defensive concept of a bordered, exclusive, rationalist and racialised Europe, and also the start of European colonial destruction of local cultures, languages and peoples. Ostensibly aiming at the military destruction of the Cathar heresy, a radical mystic sect antithetical to the Catholic Church, the Albigensian crusade served more broadly to root out heretical thought and practices from a Europe just then beginning to construct a universalist regime that organised itself around King and Church. Glissant stresses that the heretical, mystical strains of thought that had flourished within a heterodox Europe were, in the medieval period, separated out from the official thought systems precisely in order to be expunged from Europe’s self-representation. ‘All the dramas of mystic or heretical thought in the Middle Ages are truly dramas, meaning that they end badly. This means that this is a thought that was either devastated, as they did to the Cathars, or castrated, as they did to Abelard, who they reproached less for his amorous relationship than his spiritual exchange with Héloïse, as they did to all the women tied to the stake, up to and including Joan of Arc, and as they did to all who found pleasure in obscure thought...’ Glissant says. As for the troubadours, Roubaud concludes that the crusade was responsible for the end of the two-century flourishing of a culture of song. ‘Song was born, and was killed’, he states. So the culture of troubadour song, heretically marginal to authority, was part of Europe ’s self-inflicted loss." —Lisa Robertson, Anemones: A Simone Weil Project
Love this Robertson book but am still confused about how the Cathar disdain for the material world (à la the gnostics) can be squared with the troubadour philosophy of love... I can definitely see the influence of Arabic poetry and Andalusian mysticism on the troubadour tradition, though.
“I walked, all one spring day, upstream, sometimes in the midst of the ripples, sometimes along the shore. My company were violets, Dutchman’s-breeches, spring beauties, trilliums, bloodroot, ferns rising so curled one could feel the upward push of the delicate hairs upon their bodies.”
— Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
from dna mag
His body smelled like a precious-wood forest; his hair, like sandalwood, his skin, like cedar. It was as if he had always lived among trees and plants.
Anaïs Nin, Little Birds
Sad; so sad, those smoky-rose, smoky-mauve evenings of late Autumn, sad enough to pierce the heart.
Angela Carter, excerpt from "Black Venus"
Louise Bourgeois, I Did Everything I Could Every Day of My Life I
Fabric, 25.4 x 69.9 cm
girlhood never stops we just evolve…
"You smell like flowers and... and fresh things," he cried out quite joyously. "What is it you smell of? It's cool and warm and sweet all at the same time."
Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
probably it will be summer again by Catherine Pierce
Alain de Botton
Laura Mulvey, Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema