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atavus: Corinna Belz - Gerhard Richter Painting, 2011

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 19:08:58 -0400

Corinna Belz - Gerhard Richter Painting, 2011

vanmega: Not to get overly domestic / boring / future-Dad on...

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 21:34:19 -0400

Not to get overly domestic / boring / future-Dad on you, tumblr… but I need a print of this for the baby’s room. THERE IS NO NEGOTIATION ON THIS.

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Wed, 19 Dec 2012 22:54:33 -0500

"He hated the humiliating comedy of heartache. But can thought wake you from the dream of existence?..."

Wed, 12 Dec 2012 02:18:12 -0500

“He hated the humiliating comedy of heartache. But can thought wake you from the dream of existence? Not if it becomes a second realm of confusion, another more complicated dream, the dream of intellect, the delusion of total explanations.”

- Saul Bellow, Herzog (via ashapelessform)

sympathyfortheartgallery: doloresdepalabra: For his latest...

Mon, 10 Dec 2012 20:27:26 -0500

sympathyfortheartgallery:

doloresdepalabra:

For his latest project titled “LEGO”, Brazilian artist Valentino Fialdini created a series photographs of bright and colorful rooms and corridors. With the sun streaming through windows and shadows cast on the walls, it almost seems as if you’re looking at real rooms, but a closer look reveals that these sterile architectural spaces are, in fact, miniatures built with LEGO bricks and photographed by the artist himself. “Nothing is out of place in these architectures made of plastic, the spectator is the central character of these spaces based on Reinassance perspective.

vía [My Modern Met]

Oh, how I love this.

vanmega: Clap Your Hands Say Yeah - The Skin of My Yellow...

Sat, 17 Nov 2012 15:09:42 -0500

vanmega:

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah - The Skin of My Yellow Country Teeth [mp3]

Reminded of this one thanks to my pal, the shuffle all button on my iPhone.

Still the jam after all these years.

Yeah. Amaze.

explore-blog: Only the loveliest thing ever: 6-year-old Ani...

Fri, 16 Nov 2012 14:45:04 -0500

explore-blog:

Only the loveliest thing ever: 6-year-old Ani sends the Seattle Public Library her allowance to keep the library open.

More on children and the love of libraries here.

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Tue, 13 Nov 2012 00:22:27 -0500

invisiblestories: Letter written by Emma Hauck to her husband...

Sun, 04 Nov 2012 18:01:19 -0500

invisiblestories:

Letter written by Emma Hauck to her husband while in a psychiatric hospital. The words sweetheart come (‘Herzensschatzi komm’), are written over and over filling the surface of the paper (c. 1909) (via anticipatedstranger)

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Tue, 30 Oct 2012 02:48:54 -0400

I made you a mixtape. It’s untitled. Download | Tracklist

Thu, 18 Oct 2012 02:59:00 -0400

I made you a mixtape. It’s untitled. Download | Tracklist

invisiblestories: Thomas Jackson, Emergent Behavior (via feul)

Sat, 13 Oct 2012 01:48:49 -0400

invisiblestories:

Thomas Jackson, Emergent Behavior (via feul)

"Apparently Arab scholars, when speaking of the text, use this admirable expression: the certain..."

Tue, 29 May 2012 22:40:27 -0400

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Apparently Arab scholars, when speaking of the text, use this admirable expression: the certain body. What body? We have several of them; the body of anatomists and physiologists, the one science sees or discusses: this is the text of grammarians, critics, commentators, philologists (the pheno-text). But we also have a body of bliss consisting solely of erotic relations, utterly distinct from the first body: it is another contour, another nomination; thus with the text: it is no more than the fires of language. …Does the text have human form, is it a figure, an anagram of the body? Yes, but of our erotic body. The pleasure of the text is irreducible to physiological need.

The pleasure of the text is that moment when my body pursues its own ideas — for my body does not have the same ideas I do.

”

- Roland Barthes, The Pleasure of the Text (via)

"Time is the substance of which I am made. Time is a river that sweeps me along, but I am the river;..."

Fri, 25 May 2012 02:27:02 -0400

““Time is the substance of which I am made. Time is a river that sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that mangles me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.””

- Jorge Luis Borges. Via.

fette: Just Friends (Nicolas Jaar & Sasha Spielberg),...

Wed, 23 May 2012 02:55:32 -0400

fette:

Just Friends (Nicolas Jaar & Sasha Spielberg), Avalanche, 2012.

This track appeared on the uneven but at times pretty fabulous (like this excerpt where Angelo Badalamenti talks about Twin Peaks) BBC Radio 1 Essential Mix from last week. From the forthcoming album but not really The Prism, 2012. Via.

"What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on..."

Sun, 20 May 2012 18:41:09 -0400

“What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.”

- CARL SAGAN (via Advice to Writers)

melanieflood: (via 2013)

Mon, 07 May 2012 00:06:54 -0400

melanieflood:

(via 2013)

Everything Passes / Nothing Passes

Tue, 01 May 2012 01:05:18 -0400

msodradek:

“… King David had a ring with the inscription: ‘Everything passes.’ When one feels sad, these words make one merry, and when one is merry, they make one sad. And I’ve acquired such a ring for myself, with Hebrew lettering, and this charm will keep me from passions. Everything passes, life, too, will pass, therefore there’s no need for anything. Or there is need only for the awareness of freedom, because when a person is free, he needs nothing, nothing, nothing. …”

These are the words that Misail’s wife writes to him in her breakup letter. “Break the thread”, she asks twice, her early enthusiasm with his simple life definitely forgotten. Misail, a natural Tolstoyan that pays dearly for his unconventionality, remains nevertheless committed to a lonely and stubborn humility. His notion of freedom is apparently very different from his wife’s. He doesn’t need to find new interests or run away, but stays put in a provincial backwater. His native town, full of ignorance and hypocrisy, is also the place where, using his own words, he can see the windowpane itself, not only the spots on it. He thinks that manual work is the source of a special insight into the meaning of truth and justice and constitutes a form of immanent salvation. Yet heroic as it is, his life of renunciation is ultimately no less solipsistic than his wife’s privileged unrootedness. Both believe their choices are a purely individual matter, and turn willfully away from any force beyond their control, as well as from their responsibilities to other people. Both their mottos leave something essential out of the equation:

If I had the desire to order myself a ring, I would choose this inscription: “Nothing passes.” I believe that nothing passes without a trace and that each of our smallest steps has significance for the present and the future.

—Anton Chekhov, “My Life: A Provincial’s Story” (1896), The Complete Short Novels, tr. R. Pevear and L. Volokhonsky, Everyman’s Library, 2004, p. 527 + 536.

"I want us to become a language for euphoria, an alphabet of limbs"

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 22:27:33 -0400

“I want us to become a language
for euphoria, an alphabet of limbs”

- Adonis, “Beginnings of the Body, Ends of the Sea” (via invisiblestories)

"The man immediately returned to his eggbeater disassembly. He had sorted screws of different sizes..."

Wed, 11 Apr 2012 22:34:04 -0400

“The man immediately returned to his eggbeater disassembly. He had sorted screws of different sizes into clean white trays. They looked so happy.”

- Haruki Murakami, Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World (via riazm)