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deep cut

Thu, 02 Sep 2010 16:21:26 -0400

n. an emotion you haven’t felt in years that you might have forgotten about completely if your emotional playlist hadn’t been left on shuffle—a feeling whose opening riff tugs on all your other neurons like a dog on a leash waiting for you to open the door.

allcreatures: findout: Flight of the Mobula Rays, Papua New...

Thu, 02 Sep 2010 16:01:59 -0400

allcreatures:

findout:

Flight of the Mobula Rays, Papua New Guinea

Martin & Julie Heyn, photographers

nevver: The Pleasures of Good Photography

Thu, 02 Sep 2010 16:01:20 -0400

nevver:

The Pleasures of Good Photography

(via boyhood, -sill) Brooklyn museum <3

Thu, 02 Sep 2010 16:00:54 -0400

(via boyhood, -sill)

Brooklyn museum <3

I HAVE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE

Thu, 02 Sep 2010 01:20:16 -0400

(via potterspoet)

openlooppress: A lesson from visual artist Theo Kamecke: Seek...

Tue, 31 Aug 2010 15:38:04 -0400

openlooppress:

A lesson from visual artist Theo Kamecke: Seek inspiration in unexpected places.

“I am down there on the lower rungs when it comes to technology. […] I understand how computers work and did that 30 years ago even before most people. But this is not about computers.” ~Theo Kamecke on the sculptures he creates using handmade vintage circuit boards.

Present Participle (which I love; it is good to have verbs in motion)

Mon, 30 Aug 2010 23:37:34 -0400

nightmarebrunette:

Wanting to give you something beautiful and coming up short, having told all the stories about myself and you may have not even liked those that much anyway. Feeling content even while fearful of approaching normalcy. Mischieving little inside jokes for myself alone and imagining reactions that may or may not be forthcoming. Avoiding what I used to seek out—that’s the strangest part.

(My boyfriend reminding me I was 23 when I met Julian, not 24 as I wrote in the book.)

Forgetting how old I am, as usual. Feeling older than I am, as usual. Not that it’s a bad way to feel.

(via boyhood, revolvver) Hello room full of books on actual...

Mon, 30 Aug 2010 22:41:42 -0400

(via boyhood, revolvver)

Hello room full of books on actual shelves. I don’t think we’ve ever met. Can I take you home anyway?

"I have always thought that by observing things with a great deal of attention and perseverance you..."

Mon, 30 Aug 2010 15:11:46 -0400

“I have always thought that by observing things with a great deal of attention and perseverance you eventually wrest some of their secrets from them, making them utter what they would most like to keep to themselves.”

- Julian Green, Paris (via openlooppress)

"So I think that I’ve been faithful to the spirit of the book but not the letter. I had to make..."

Mon, 30 Aug 2010 02:56:00 -0400

“So I think that I’ve been faithful to the spirit of the book but not the letter. I had to make it mine.”

- Xan Brooks talks to Bernardo Bertolucci

Bertolucci says this about his adaptation of his novel into a script (he wrote both) for The Dreamers. I am dying to read the book in a hope that it reveals something I feel I’m missing in the movie. But I do think that being true to the spirit of a book is much more important than the letter. It’s how I feel about A Love Song for Bobby Long (and negatively, about Watchmen; it was pretty accurate to the letter but horribly off when it came to the spirit).

I would also love to discuss the film with my dad, who was in Paris at the time in which is was set but I’m already made so uncomfortable watching the film alone, I can’t imagine watching it with him.

szymon: A bicycle shop in Altlandsberg, Germany… ;]

Thu, 26 Aug 2010 13:50:48 -0400

szymon:

A bicycle shop in Altlandsberg, Germany… ;]

Veer: Ideas: Read comics…IN PUBLIC! by Pamela Haskell

Thu, 26 Aug 2010 13:28:23 -0400

Veer: Ideas: Read comics…IN PUBLIC! by Pamela Haskell

allcreatures: Cows relax amongst pigeons during the Gaijatra...

Wed, 25 Aug 2010 23:37:43 -0400

allcreatures:

Cows relax amongst pigeons during the Gaijatra parade in Kathmandu, Nepal

Picture: REUTERS (via Pictures of the day: 25 August 2010 - Telegraph)

yes!

reminder: book swap tonight!

Mon, 23 Aug 2010 08:40:41 -0400

paperbackgirl:

hope to see you at housing works at 6:30p. click here for details.

I’m currently in Florida (not as fun as it sounds) but reblogging for NY book friends.

here is something

Sun, 22 Aug 2010 23:08:47 -0400

It’s these things that make me sad: he’s into bikes now, all of my best friends in different states, every character I make is broken.

I’ve turned my brain off this vacation. I haven’t read anything, or written. It’ll be a struggle just to write about a trip to the zoo next week. But I miss New York, I miss classes and work and stimulation. Rest is nice but I need to be busy. I need to see people and learn things and be moving almost constantly. When I stand still for too long even punk music can make me cry. It’s not supposed to do that.

I have all of these dresses hanging in plastic bags that I can’t wear anywhere. There’s nowhere formal enough to take them out. Nothing fits anymore. I know where I want to be and what I want to do. Now can it just happen, please?

"Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck are infinite; it..."

Sun, 22 Aug 2010 22:22:07 -0400

“Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck are infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace.”

- Roberto Bolaño speaking of Stéphane Mallarmé’s quote The flesh is sad—and I’ve read every book. (via frenchtwist) (via fuckyeahtumblrsilove) (via quickienewyork)

Things Break

Sun, 22 Aug 2010 22:14:39 -0400

quickienewyork:

We fell in love at the same time. We even fell in love with each other at the same time. We just didn’t do it the same way.

I fell in love with her voice and the way she ordered drinks at the bar. I fell in love with how she did her hair and how she got dressed in the morning. I loved the way she stood on her tip-toes to kiss me and I loved how she wrote songs in the shower that she later belted out in dingy bars.

She fell in love with my need for silence and my habit of waking up early to write. She loved that I didn’t drink coffee and rarely drank whisky. She would sit and watch me on the fire escape and she’d work me quietly into songs so I almost didn’t notice.

The first time we slept together the condom broke. We bonded over test results, anxiety, and assurance, but we were less careful after that and sometimes we were dumb.

She was noise and I was quiet, and we loved each other in the spaces in between. We laughed and we fucked and we traded friends and apartments, and we were good at everything.

We kept each other safe, but in the end we couldn’t help remember that things break.

—Guy New York

itsjanna: Justine Reyes

Sat, 21 Aug 2010 23:47:30 -0400

itsjanna:

Justine Reyes

itsjanna: Richard Avedon The portfolio is called “In Memory of...

Sat, 21 Aug 2010 23:42:51 -0400

itsjanna:

Richard Avedon

The portfolio is called “In Memory of the Late Mr. and Mrs. Comfort” and it’s from a November 1995 issue of The New Yorker. It is bonkers.

I got to see prints of this series in person at some gallery in SoHo last summer during my brief stint interning at a photo magazine. Oh man was it incredible. And seeing it next to the traditional Avalon portraits makes it that much more striking. I miss leisurely museum visits.

POETS HOUSE GUIDESTARS: My Journey to Poets House

Fri, 20 Aug 2010 18:01:24 -0400

POETS HOUSE GUIDESTARS: My Journey to Poets House:

I am convinced we are all on a journey and the lucky ones among us are willing to record and remember our stories from these journeys. My journey is defined in part by my journey to Poets House. It began on a Friday morning last September when I opened The New York Times…