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tumblr unbanned this blog TOO LATE. i am over at @unyearn i hope you are all having a good time x
One of my favorite things about learning about traditional textiles is the little ghosts they left in the language. Of course the ghosts are there, now that I know to look for them. Once upon a time, half the population spent a majority of their day making textiles. Spinning, at the very least, has been a part of humanity since the Neanderthals. That kind of knowledge doesn't just disappear.
A heckle was a device with sharp metal spikes, and people drag flax through the spikes to separate out the fibers from the chaff. When you say someone heckled a performer, you think you are being literal but you're speaking in an ancient metaphor.
When my grandpa says "spinning yarns" to mean telling stories, he knows that one's not quite literal, but its vividness is lost to him. There is no image in his mind of rhythm, muscle memory, and the subtle twist that aligns clouds of fibers into a single, strong cord.
When a fanfic writer describes someone carding their fingers through someone's hair, that's the most discordant in my mind. Carding is rough, and quick, and sometimes messy (my wool is full of debris, even after lots of washing). The teeth of my cards are densely packed and scratchy. But maybe that's my error, not the writer's. Before cards were invented, wool was combed with wide-toothed combs, and sometimes, in point of fact, with fingers. The verb "to card" (from Middle English) may actually be older than the tools I use, archaic as they are. And I say may, because I can't find a definitive history. People forget, even when the language remembers.
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You!!! You get it!! And it's not just these phrases it's every word that has passed through the mouths of thousands of people before me going back thousands of years in a thousand different forms and now I'm just SAYING IT like that's NORMAL. language is the living and embodied collective memory of whole societies that no longer exist!!!
Do you Do you Do you Do you love me love me Do you Do you Do you love or death.
Richard Siken, Wishbone
out of all the "staying alive" mountain goats adjacent lyrics the one that really punches my gut is "i don't know if that's true/but i've been told/it's real sweet to grow old" from the legend of chavo guerrero
what can i say? i love themes and motifs
this exchange alone did so so much for the let lesbians talk about women in the most insane unhinged horny way possible movement
my favorite artist atm — lee kyutae; @kokooma
“An “angel” is anything that carries out a mission for God. This includes forces of nature. […] Photosynthesis? That’s an angel. Gravity? An angel. Magnetism? Angel. The Midrash in Bereishis Rabbah (chapter 1) says than an angel only performs one job. That job doesn’t have to be destroying Sodom; it could be peristalsis, centripetal force or condensation.”
— Rabbi Jack Abramowitz, Angels (via he-harim)
Im obsessed with this idea and I will not be able to stop thinking about the angel that caramelizes onions
Julia Soboleva (Latvian,b.1990)
The Healing can Begin, 2021
The Illuminated Man, Duane Michals, 1968
kids from yesterday with a g + f hug 🥰🥰🥰
Mary Oliver
reminds me of when some old church in Sweden was cleaning out their storage and they forgot they had left like 80 medieval corpses in some ikea bags during renovations so somebody opened a closet door and it’s just
logged back in because the queen died and no one irl finds this funny
logging back out see you all in october 💗
Holy shit the onion is going all in
Found on my college library's lobby whiteboard lmao
Like to charge RB to cast
WHAT A TIME IN IRELAND