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Will Barnet

Sun, 19 May 2013 01:16:43 +0200

Will Barnet

"And this bitter hour of defeat, When we behold a stony face in the black waters. But radiating..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 01:14:32 +0200

“And this bitter hour of defeat,
When we behold a stony face in the black waters.
But radiating light, the lovers lift their silver eyelids:
They are one body. Incense streams from rose-coloured pillows
And the sweet song of those risen from the dead.”

-
Georg Trakl, from ‘Song of the Western Countries’.

(via caveofhypnos)

Kirsten Owen for Emanuel Ungaro F/W 2000

Sun, 19 May 2013 01:13:01 +0200

Kirsten Owen for Emanuel Ungaro F/W 2000

natgeofound: View of the Palace of Maharaja’s pond from the...

Sun, 19 May 2013 01:12:45 +0200

natgeofound:

View of the Palace of Maharaja’s pond from the Island of the Sultans in Udaipur, India, 1923.
Photograph by Jules Gervais Courtellemont, National Geographic

"“I know so little of myself, even less of them, so I’m stunned when, in a dream, I taunt..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 01:09:02 +0200

“

“I know so little of myself,
even less of them,
so I’m stunned
when, in a dream,
I taunt Nietzsche,
on my knees,
calling him “the little minister.”

He doesn’t want to play,
holds his temples in his hands,
like his head is a Faberge egg,

or a soul, not that I know
anything of souls.
On all fours, I can only cry out
a long, ragged neigh, stomping
and violently flinging
back my head—a horse,
whipped into terror,
his front knees buckling
and suddenly praying,
his mane trembling,
a steam rising

from his wounds.”

”

- Christopher Hennessy, from “Nietzsche, Pasolini, & I”

my neighbours seem to be having an Eurovision-themed outdoors party at 1:00.

Sun, 19 May 2013 01:03:23 +0200

my neighbours seem to be having an Eurovision-themed outdoors party at 1:00.

badbananas: Maurizio Cattelan and Pierpaolo Ferrari

Sun, 19 May 2013 00:46:30 +0200

badbananas:

Maurizio Cattelan and Pierpaolo Ferrari

hypocrite-lecteur: “Other mistakes you repeat, finding yourselfin a familiar place, but worn out,...

Sun, 19 May 2013 00:43:58 +0200

hypocrite-lecteur:

“Other mistakes you repeat, finding yourself
in a familiar place, but worn out, like pigeons
circling a roof, the flock growing bigger,
then smaller.”

Kellam Ayres, from “Practice”

inkah: ”Women must give birth, men have to be tattooed,” says...

Sun, 19 May 2013 00:39:49 +0200

inkah:

”Women must give birth, men have to be tattooed,” says one Samoan tattoo song, expressing an age-old idea of equality between the sexes. Both must endure pain. In traditional Samoan society all young males had to be tattooed when they reached their late teens. Otherwise they were not considered real men. Nowadays, the custom is no longer general, but it is still associated with manhood and male prestige, and hugely popular.

"Baz Luhrmann, flappers were not spangly femme glamourpusses in funny hats: They were loud, proud,..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 00:28:26 +0200

“

Baz Luhrmann, flappers were not spangly femme glamourpusses in funny hats: They were loud, proud, frightening gender deviants—cutting their hair off, binding their breasts, smoking and drinking in public, and having the kind of sex (premarital and frequent) that women are still shamed for having today. The Daisy and Jordan of the novel are hard, cruel, reckless women whose very recklessness had something heroic about it. If they have to be women born in this particular part of the 20th century, by God, they’ll make the 20th century pay.

In Luhrmann’s world, they’re mush, existing largely to wear Prada gowns and be mooned at by men. Daisy, in particular, is more or less reduced to The Girl In The Picture: She swans around, fluttery-voiced and teary-eyed, with none of the chilly opacity and remove that make her a sinister figure in the novel. And poor Jordan is simply not there at all. She’s a clotheshorse who pops up at odd moments to deliver exposition in a newer and sillier hat. Her entire personality and back story have been torn out to make room for more sequins.

”

- Bring on the Trash - In These Times

Yes, YES, MOTHERFUCKING YES.

(via theredshoes)

katerinapetrovass: [AGGRESSIVELY SCREAMS IN A LANGUAGE YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND WEARING NOTHING BUT...

Sat, 18 May 2013 23:35:33 +0200

katerinapetrovass:

[AGGRESSIVELY SCREAMS IN A LANGUAGE YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND WEARING NOTHING BUT SEQUINS AND TASSLES]

(via Anaïs Nin on Self-Publishing, the Magic of Letterpress,...

Sat, 18 May 2013 23:30:56 +0200

(via Anaïs Nin on Self-Publishing, the Magic of Letterpress, and the Joy of Handcraft | Brain Pickings)

You pit your faculties against concrete problems. The victories are concrete, definable, touchable. A page of perfect printing. You can touch the page you wrote. We exult in what we master and discover. Instead of using one’s energy in a void, against frustrations, in anger against publishers, I use it on the press, type, paper, a source of energy. Solving problems, technical, mechanical problems. Which can be solved. - Anaïs Nin

tsundere-and-lightning: gay vampire ghost opera dubstep for...

Sat, 18 May 2013 23:09:00 +0200

tsundere-and-lightning:

gay vampire ghost opera dubstep for those who missed it

I feel like this tells anyone everything they would ever need to know about what Eurovision is about.

officialbioware: fuckyourfreckles: officialbioware: femshep: wtf is eurovision when europe goes...

Sat, 18 May 2013 22:52:01 +0200

officialbioware:

fuckyourfreckles:

officialbioware:

femshep:

wtf is eurovision

when europe goes to war for a day with shitty pop songs as their weapons

i thought it was the hunger games with talent

what talent

sisterwolf: Follow Me, Satan - Ilya Repin, 1903

Sat, 18 May 2013 19:20:04 +0200

sisterwolf:

Follow Me, Satan - Ilya Repin, 1903

vintageeveryday: Boxing of older ladies with an apron, New...

Sat, 18 May 2013 19:19:36 +0200

vintageeveryday:

Boxing of older ladies with an apron, New York, 1925

planetvalium: Pyrite Sphere

Sat, 18 May 2013 19:16:42 +0200

planetvalium:

Pyrite Sphere

fetishofsilence: Orpheus Pierre Puvis de Chavannes

Sat, 18 May 2013 12:14:09 +0200

fetishofsilence:

Orpheus
Pierre Puvis de Chavannes

acqua-di-fiori: Hand of Akhenaten making an offering to Aten...

Sat, 18 May 2013 12:13:43 +0200

acqua-di-fiori:

Hand of Akhenaten making an offering to Aten - Sandstone

Ancient Egypt from Ashmunein Dynasty 18

Metropolitan Museum of Art

"Often when I imagine you your wholeness cascades into many shapes. You run like a herd of luminous..."

Sat, 18 May 2013 12:12:02 +0200

“Often when I imagine you
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer
and I am dark, I am forest.”

- Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours I, 45 (via requiemforthepast)