ntnchamp2
ntnchamp2
Only In Dreams
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I'm a literate lunatic lighting up the Midwest with alt-sensibilities and wrestling with stories. Idealism in dreams, wonderment and enchantment in waking life.
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ntnchamp2 · 3 years ago
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The Natural Bridge, Virginia, 1852, Frederic Edwin Church
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ntnchamp2 · 4 years ago
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“I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.”
— This Side of Paradise, F. Scott Fitzgerald (b. 24 September 1896)
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ntnchamp2 · 4 years ago
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Here’s some selected pages from my publication ‘I LISTENED TO PINKERTON AND MADE THESE PICTURES’ because ye, thats what i did
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ntnchamp2 · 4 years ago
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November Afternoon, Stapleton Park, John Atkinson Grimshaw
https://www.wikiart.org/en/john-atkinson-grimshaw/november-afternoon-stapleton-park
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ntnchamp2 · 4 years ago
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“Stories like Beloved and We Have Always Lived in the Castle are about how the rhythms of households can hold people like gravity.”
— Dead Girls: Essays on Surviving an American Obsession, by Alice Bolin
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ntnchamp2 · 4 years ago
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Bill Vuksanovich, from JCA Annual 7 (1987)
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ntnchamp2 · 4 years ago
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“It seemed as if the Internet was governed more by fear: the fear of unpopularity and uncoolness, the fear of missing out, the fear of being flamed or forgotten.”
— Jonathan Franzen, Purity
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ntnchamp2 · 4 years ago
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Moonlight on the lake Roundhay Park Leeds, John Atkinson Grimshaw
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ntnchamp2 · 4 years ago
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“I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted there, absently.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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ntnchamp2 · 4 years ago
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View from Mount Holyoke, Northampton, Massachusetts, after a Thunderstorm—The Oxbow, Thomas Cole, 1836, American Decorative Arts
Gift of Mrs. Russell Sage, 1908 Size: 51 ½ x 76 in. (130.8 x 193 cm) Medium: Oil on canvas
https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/10497
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ntnchamp2 · 4 years ago
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Genesee Scenery, 1847, Thomas Cole
Medium: oil,canvas
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ntnchamp2 · 4 years ago
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ntnchamp2 · 4 years ago
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Vengeance. Madness. The Kingdom, lost. Nothing is as it seems. Daisy Ridley in Ophelia (2019) dir. Claire McCarthy
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ntnchamp2 · 4 years ago
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Sketches for an upcoming collage-based project on the short story The Laughing Man by JD Salinger
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ntnchamp2 · 4 years ago
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“And here’s the function that the book – the paper book that doesn’t beep or flash or link or let you watch a thousand videos all at once – does for you that nothing else will. It gives you the capacity for deep, linear concentration. As Ulin puts it: “Reading is an act of resistance in a landscape of distraction…. It requires us to pace ourselves. It returns us to a reckoning with time. In the midst of a book, we have no choice but to be patient, to take each thing in its moment, to let the narrative prevail. We regain the world by withdrawing from it just a little, by stepping back from the noise.””
— From Johann Hari’s essay in The Independent “How to Survive the Age of Distraction” (via icaicaer)
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ntnchamp2 · 4 years ago
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I know that nothing can change and I know there is no hope. (First Reformed)
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ntnchamp2 · 4 years ago
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Watching a movie in the middle of the day or god forbid in the MORNING is one of the weirdest feelings in the world. Things that aren’t illegal but feel like they should be
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