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It's folklore and you are the folk

Thinks about the depiction of the Greek gods in Hades and how those depictions have now affected how the gods are thought of in modern culture and how in essence that means the mythology is still alive

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Bolesław Biegas, Radiant Smile (c. 1917)

:)

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happy wet beast wednesday

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SHIROW soey milk

16 x 12 inches | oil on aluminum | 2021

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"HAPPY MILLIONTH BIRTHDAY, DIPSHIT" Palm Springs (2020)

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Burger King marquee sign

concept: new print design, elaborate drop cap, text that says

Home of the

Creature

sticker variant available.

whether you buy it for your cat, dog, snake, it will be for thine creature

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YAMANTAKA // SONIC TITAN – "Hoshi Neko" (dir. Ruby Kato Attwood & Emily Pelstring)

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related:

Russell Drake, How To Make Electronic Music, 1975

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this illustration by @wnwnmemo serendipitously appeared on my dash near this quora question and I was moved (as if by spirits!) to combine them

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Journalists are still saying "we interviewed so-and-so, who has been an influential US foreign policy advisor to several presidents over the last 30 years" like it's a legitimate credential and not a damning and humiliating indictment

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Joyce knows the score.

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FOR KATHARINE, 1952-1961

by Conrad Hilberry

I

Your flesh has melted, I suppose.

To Indiana clay. Only your bones

Attend that deep box. Graceful

They must be, even now.

II

Dead as many years

As you lived. If a child

Grows back down, a year

For a year, you are a hard

Birth to be taken in,

A conception, and nothing.

III

Katharine, we die.

One of your grandfathers dead.

The other wishing he might be.

Some of us grow down

While we live.

What? Am I telling you

About death?

This is what I know:

You visited the neighbors'

Cats. In the park, you

Climbed down rocks

To fern and twisting

Water. Once we camped

By a soggy little lake, drove

Home in the rain, late.

Singing, the lights of the towns

Blurred and wonderful in the wet

Pavement. We planted

Corn, do you remember?

And in August felt

The full ears, husked

Them, broke the sweet

Kernels with our teeth.

You grew so easily

There seemed no other way.

Your voice held out

Its hands, palms up.

This motion, this poise—

Broken to wet bones in a box.

IV

On this day of your death.

We love. The steep

Water of your making

Is still green—

And will be, will be.

The fern, the falls.

The keeping on.

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Chimes at Midnight (1965, dir. Orson Welles)

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and here is the little moth worth saving, Ceratophaga vicinella

(phot. Jean-Francois Landry, Canadian National Collection)

Saddest thing ever is reading an academic paper about a threatened or declining species where you can tell the author is really trying to come up with ways the animal could hypothetically be useful to humans in a desperate attempt to get someone to care. Nobody gives a shit about the animals that “don’t affect” us and it seriously breaks my heart

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Maniac (2018)

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Descending Stories: Showa Genroku Rakugo Shinju (2016)

Shinichi Omata/Studio Deen

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Dorohedoro (2020)

Yuichiro Hayashi/MAPPA