February 2012
16 posts
Tender Buttons [A Light in the Moon] (Gertrude... →
The care with which the rain is wrong and the green is wrong and the white is wrong, the care with which there is a chair and plenty of breathing.
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The question, “What is the constitution of a transcendental object?” is unanswerable — we are unable to say what it is; but we can perceive that the question itself is nothing; because it does not relate to any object that can be presented to us. For this reason, we must consider all the questions raised in transcendental psychology as answerable and as really answered; for they relate to the...
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To this character, life seems like a kind of window shopping, a rehearsal; an inoculation against, or antidote to, the urge to spend. Emotional opportunities arrive as 3D flexible models, accessible from any angle & as easily subjected to a thorough examination as objects that already exist. Even as he’s living through its leading edge, a potential relationship can be moved around in time...
thepublicschoolny:
The Aleph’s diameter was probably little more than an inch, but all space was there, actual and undiminished. Each thing (a mirror’s face, let us say) was infinite things, since I distinctly saw it from every angle of the universe. I saw the teeming sea; I saw daybreak and nightfall; I saw the multitudes of America…
From The Aleph by Jorge Luis Borges
In Rome I sometimes think of Wolfsegg and tell myself that I have only to go back there in order to rediscover my childhood. This has always proved to be a gross error, I thought. You’re going to see your parents, I have often told myself, the parents of your childhood, but all I’ve ever found is a gaping void. You can’t revisit your...
In the woods beside the snowy
field, the footprints
continued.
Edward Mullany
mostexerent:
apomakrysmenophobia - n. fear that your connections with people are ultimately shallow, that although your relationships feel congenial at the time, an audit of your life would produce an emotional safety deposit box of low-interest holdings and uninvested windfall profits, which will indicate you were never really at risk of joy, sacrifice or loss.
Try Again Sleep is an eel coiled around itself. Tail crammed inside the mouth. Tongue inside the hole in its tail. And judging by its lack of teeth, it will not last the night.
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Kristine Ong Muslim
amongthedays asked: I would love to read your poem about becoming clean.
” … it is the suffering itself that matters; whether the sentence is cast by a loved one or by an indifferent person is of no importance … but the true masochist always holds out his cheek whenever he sees a chance of receiving a blow.”
Sigmund Freud
January 2012
34 posts
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catherinewillis:
If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed and leave the yellow bark dust on your pillow. Your breasts and shoulders would reek you could never walk through markets without the profession of my fingers floating over you. The blind would stumble certain of whom they approached though you might bathe under the rain gutters, monsoon. Here on the upper...
pleasebequietplease:
“The act of reading ruins and fractured objects needs some deliberately twisted linguistic devices that figuratively resemble the ruined space itself.” Vladislav Todorov, Red Square, Black Square (pg 3)
Here I am: your dream. I am both succeeding and failing because I am a dream and because your dream is failure. I want my own dream. You offer again and again, but I fail. I discover that what I believed was mine still belongs to you. What is my dream? I would have to go live alone on a mountain to find that out. It is not my dream but it is necessarily part of the process of discovering my...
WatchI joined a west-coast new age cult and all I got was a cameo in this video, man.
14. All things that are are moved, only that which is not is unmovable. 15. Every Body is changeable. 16. Not every Body is dissolvable. 17. Some Bodies are dissolvable. 20. That which may be dissolved is also corruptible. 23. That which is always made is always corrupted. 30. Every thing that is, is double. 31. None of the things that are stand still. 33. Every thing that suffers is Sensible,...
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collection of 11 purpling bottles
USA late 19th, early 20th C. beautiful collection of 11 assorted bottles- different sizes, shapes and original uses. These bottles started out clear, but the manganese in the glass turns them purple with age.
Price $295
Condition great patina
Measurements contact dealer
Specifications Number of items: 11 Materials/Techniques: glass Creator:...
Whether the product of a primitive mentality which gives power to things, or of a semi-scientific, even encyclopedic curiosity about how and what things are, the Roman mind seems to have expressed itself most completely in the meticulous description of the visual and temporal facts of human existence. The emphasis lay on a concerted effort to capture the surface of reality and not on the...
deathmorris:
Babies as young as eight months enjoy seeing bad puppets punished.
-Harper’s Magazine
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night rpm: Fragments. Arabesques. A Chinese... →
noxrpm:
This detail from The Lady and the Unicorn, which Y. sent me after my last post on fragments -
Fragments frankly demand your attention, but the method by which you zero in on a fragment tends toward the rhapsodically obsessive rather than the logical: you lose yourself in the process of miniaturization. This is what Sebald said of Robert Walser’s reductive prose style -
Walser’s...
His answer’s unrecorded. The cloud passed More quickly than the shade it cast, Foreshadower of nothing, dearest heart, But the dim wish of lives to drift apart. Times we’ve felt, returning to this house Together, separately, back from somewhere― Still in coat and muffler, turning up The thermostat while a slow eddying Chill about our ankles all but purrs― The junk mail bristling,...
You appear to me to be melancholia
Depicted by a good master painter,
[…]
Oh how dearly I should love to have news
Of someone who is in the other world,
[…]
text from Decameron, Boccacio
images from Melancholia, von Trier
Thrift by Rikki Ducornet
The chosen infants are taken from their mothers after the sixth week. They are placed in specialized hospitals and tortured. Other than that they are treated like other children; washed, hushed, scolded, and kissed.
They are tortured every day at varying intervals for their entire lives. Within a few years they are all fancifully deformed. None live long, the oldest die...
"Masks hide other masks, and each successive level...
“Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.”
– Jean Cocteau (via mostexerent)
“Moral development in the individual, and moral progress in the human species as...”
– Richard Rorty, “Ethics Without Principles” (via pragmatica)
“An entire life spent reading would have fulfilled my every desire; I already...”
– Michel Houellebecq, ‘Whatever’, 1994.
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(via mythologyofblue)
This act of self-mutilation has become habitual. I perform it every morning after my nightly exploits, at the hour when other men are shaving, defecating and scrubbing their skins to remove all the material their bodies have produced under the cover of darkness. As for me, I am clean: formaldehyde preserves my entrails, and lice, more careful and discerning than human beings, can rarely be...
I loved it because
I could go to town
and I could go to
Walmart
and I could buy toys
at Walmart
when I was a kid
in my town.
Garett Strickland
“The cold made them clasp each other the tighter; their sighs seemed more...”
– Flaubert, Madame Bovary, chapter 19 (via mythologyofblue)
mythologyofblue:
Your letter has drawn me from the solitude in which I had shut myself up for nearly nine months, and from which I found it hard to stir. You will not guess what I have been about. I will tell you for such things do not happen every day. I have been making a list of from two to three hundred radical words of the Russian language, and have had them translated into as many...
The question you ask, was I writing voluntarily, is a marvelous one, and one I have asked myself every so often all my life. Does one ever write voluntarily? I suppose such people exist, people who do things simply because they volunteer to do them. The moment of volunteerism in Mercury occurs on its final page and it’s a bit cryptic. Perhaps this shall not make sense to the casual reader, but...
“The mysterious thing you look for your whole life will eventually eat you alive.”
– Laurie Anderson on Moby-Dick (via austinkleon)
We sit not far from the monument of your childhood, close enough to see human figures walking along the bridge. They seem not to move with clear purpose in one direction, as they would if departing a damaged vehicle for help. Instead they hesitate, or even move in reverse. With no obvious reason for their behaving this way, we are permitted to speculate freely on their motives. Though thinkers and...
Are you sad about something today? On days like this the old flanking motion almost seems to be possible again. Certainly the whiff of nostalgia in the air is more than a hint, a glaring proof that the old irregular way of doing is not only some piece of furniture of the memory but is ours, if we had the initiative to use it. I have lost mine.
John Ashbery, The New Spirit