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A skeleton brotherhood is a strong one.
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A cactus garden outside the walls of Bravo’s home
Tarundant,Morocco
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I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight what may not bless my waking eyes.
Anne Brontë, Best Poems of the Brontë Sisters (via mercurieux)
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The Pleasure Principle, Rene Magritte
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Elias Muhanna on how a bookshop fire in Tripoli became a hopeful allegory for the city: http://nyr.kr/1aszzWL
“It was a small problem that could be fixed in a world of intractable conflicts. Every trope sacred to Lebanon’s self-fashioning—religious harmony, enlightened cosmopolitanism,...
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“If you are putting all your waking hours into doing art every day… you are getting pretty good at having a kind of rarefied taste. So, metaphorically, you are eating some two-hundred-year-old gorgonzola cheese while the rest of the world is eating mild cheddar. Sometimes it’s just nice to escape your own well-developed taste and see what happens if you leave things to chance. It’s a Cage-ian, Duchampian idea, but it’s a very good one.”
gorgonzola metaphor
John Baldessari in the catalog for a 2000 Getty Museum exhibition
(via disturber-magazine)
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Le Voyage dans la lune (1902)
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We’re Not in New York Anymore
Ian Crouch on a new nonprofit organization’s plan to house writers in Detroit, rent free: http://nyr.kr/1gEIJnA
Photograph: Andrew Kopietz/Write a House.
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The New Yorker
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Home for the Holidays?
This has been circulating on Facebook.
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