August 20, 2014

"But you are a woman who stage dives…" [x]

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August 18, 2014
On a night when Americans—journalists, children—are being gassed by other Americans paid to protect them, when people are fighting not for revolution but for equality under the law, I, who have never had to fight for anything in particular, listen to Charles Mingus and try to understand

On a night when Americans—journalists, children—are being gassed by other Americans paid to protect them, when people are fighting not for revolution but for equality under the law, I, who have never had to fight for anything in particular, listen to Charles Mingus and try to understand

August 15, 2014

violentwavesofemotion:

Le Petit Soldat (1963) dir. by Jean-Luc Godard: It’s strange. When I look myself in the face…I get the feeling I don’t match what I think it’s inside.”

August 14, 2014

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August 10, 2014

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August 10, 2014
"Cities have often been compared to language: you can read a city, it’s said, as you read a book. But the metaphor can be inverted. The journeys we make during the reading of a book trace out, in some way, the private spaces we inhabit. There are texts that will always be our dead-end streets; fragments that will be bridges; words that will be like the scaffolding that protects fragile constructions. T.S. Eliot: a plant growing in the debris of a ruined building; Salvador Novo: a tree-lined street transformed into an expressway; Tomas Segovia: a boulevard, a breath of air; Roberto Bolano: a rooftop terrace; Isabel Allende: a (magically real) shopping mall; Gilles Deleuze: a summit; and Jacques Derrida: a pothole. Robert Walser: a chink in the wall, for looking through to the other side; Charles Baudelaire: a waiting room; Hannah Arendt: a tower, an Archimedean point; Martin Heidegger: a cul-de-sac; Walter Benjamin: a one-way street walked down against the flow."

— Valeria Luiselli, “Relingos: The Cartography of Empty Spaces” (via invisiblestories)

August 7, 2014
liquidnight:

André Kertész
Child throwing a stone, USA, 1941
[From the Réunion des Musées Nationaux]

liquidnight:

André Kertész

Child throwing a stone, USA, 1941

[From the Réunion des Musées Nationaux]

August 7, 2014
"…and I am out with lanterns, looking for myself."

Dickinson, Emily. The Letters of Emily Dickinson.  (via wordsnquotes)

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August 7, 2014
johndarnielle:

I have long contemplated getting a tattoo of this exact frame. I don’t do a lot of eulogizing but this scene is so massive for me: the truck heading down the highway, Sally unable to stop laughing because she is free: she thought she was going to die, but she’s free, she has escaped, the night was long and incomprehensibly awful but now it’s light outside
thank you Marilyn Burns for giving voice to that feeling 

johndarnielle:

I have long contemplated getting a tattoo of this exact frame. I don’t do a lot of eulogizing but this scene is so massive for me: the truck heading down the highway, Sally unable to stop laughing because she is free: she thought she was going to die, but she’s free, she has escaped, the night was long and incomprehensibly awful but now it’s light outside

thank you Marilyn Burns for giving voice to that feeling 

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August 7, 2014

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