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westmonger: the shaggs.

Tue, 21 May 2013 13:51:47 -0400

westmonger:

the shaggs.

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Mon, 20 May 2013 00:21:13 -0400

alexanderraban: High quality question

Mon, 20 May 2013 00:20:54 -0400

alexanderraban:

High quality question

signorformica: via The Cabinet of the Solar Plexus

Mon, 20 May 2013 00:17:11 -0400

signorformica:

via The Cabinet of the Solar Plexus

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Mon, 20 May 2013 00:16:09 -0400

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Mon, 20 May 2013 00:13:32 -0400

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Mon, 20 May 2013 00:11:28 -0400

"How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite. Love,..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 00:10:48 -0400

“How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,
and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say,
God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words
get it all wrong. We say bread and it means according
to which nation. French has no word for home,
and we have no word for strict pleasure. A people
in northern India is dying out because their ancient
tongue has no words for endearment. I dream of lost
vocabularies that might express some of what
we no longer can. Maybe the Etruscan texts would
finally explain why the couples on their tombs
are smiling. And maybe not. When the thousands
of mysterious Sumerian tablets were translated,
they seemed to be business records. But what if they
are poems or psalms? My joy is the same as twelve
Ethiopian goats standing silent in the morning light.
O Lord, thou art slabs of salt and ingots of copper,
as grand as ripe barley lithe under the wind’s labor.
Her breasts are six white oxen loaded with bolts
of long-fibered Egyptian cotton. My love is a hundred
pitchers of honey. Shiploads of thuya are what
my body wants to say to your body. Giraffes are this
desire in the dark. Perhaps the spiral Minoan script
is not language but a map. What we feel most has
no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses, and birds.”

- The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart, Jack Gilbert (x)

alfiusdebux: William Klein Girl Dancing in Brooklyn, 1955

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:57:26 -0400

alfiusdebux:

William Klein

Girl Dancing in Brooklyn, 1955

suicidewatch: Poison Ivy

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:57:05 -0400

suicidewatch:

Poison Ivy

punkbloc: Dead Moon

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:56:39 -0400

punkbloc:

Dead Moon

ggallinatepoop: Keith Morris and Black Flag at the Fleetwood in...

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:56:00 -0400

ggallinatepoop:

Keith Morris and Black Flag at the Fleetwood in ‘79

Max Ernst, frottage skulls for Benjamin Peret’s...

Sat, 18 May 2013 23:33:57 -0400

Max Ernst, frottage skulls for Benjamin Peret’s ‘Je Sublime’ (1936)

westmonger: woah, the MC5 are fucking pissed. i mean i already...

Sat, 18 May 2013 13:39:16 -0400

westmonger:

woah, the MC5 are fucking pissed. i mean i already knew that, but come on.

aramathea: Paradise Lost William Blake

Sat, 18 May 2013 02:43:33 -0400

aramathea:

Paradise Lost

William Blake

starsensuelles: Brigitte Bardot par Jean-Claude Sauer.

Sat, 18 May 2013 02:43:17 -0400

starsensuelles:

Brigitte Bardot par Jean-Claude Sauer.

knowbysight: Max Ernst

Fri, 17 May 2013 16:05:01 -0400

knowbysight:

Max Ernst

magictransistor: Adolf Wölfli

Thu, 16 May 2013 16:17:22 -0400

magictransistor:

Adolf Wölfli

"Loitering is not particularly difficult or physically demanding. It doesn’t, at first blush, appear..."

Thu, 16 May 2013 16:07:47 -0400

“Loitering is not particularly difficult or physically demanding. It doesn’t, at first blush, appear revolutionary or even criminal. Consider that “loiter” is an intransitive verb. There is no object to it. It is all subject and subjectivity. To loiter requires simply that you stand around or sit aimlessly, without purpose, to choose a space because it happens to be in the shade, or just happens to be there. Anywhere. The key to pure loitering—the most honest embodiment of the word’s spirit—is of course to do nothing. Absolutely nothing.

But it has become bigger than that. Revolutionary. To do nothing now in the name of loitering is also to repurpose in the name of purposeless an otherwise purposed space. And we are surrounded by purposed spaces. To loiter then is a kind of zen-like appropriation, a subjective possession of objective, though often marginal space; and perhaps this is enough to make it revolutionary, enough to threaten those who are invested in the purposing or owning of such space.”

- On Loitering by Steven Church

(via therumpus)

buttondownmoda: Jackie Mitoo - The keyboard king. 1977

Wed, 15 May 2013 17:58:45 -0400

buttondownmoda:

Jackie Mitoo - The keyboard king.

1977