lisagidley: Six 8”x10” color photograms from my 2010 series…













lisagidley:

Six 8”x10” color photograms from my 2010 series Aircolors. Each is a unique object made in an analog color darkroom, using bottle lids and cardboard boxes plus varied exposures of colored light. 

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June 8, 2014



June 8, 2014

In the 1970s, I lived in the Fallingwater residence that was designed and built by Frank Lloyd Wright.  The one thing that was impressive was that one could not avoid the great man’s personality while living there.  It was a structure that was the property of nature, but only symbolically so.  The thing with nature, and why I do not love the natural world, is that it always wins in the end, especially when the human element tries to control it.  The only music that I find that fits the personality of the structure is music by Edmundo Rivero, whose tango ballads fits the temperament of the place.  After awhile the beauty of the location and the building, itself got to me.  It made me feel depressed and anxious at the same time.  A bad cocktail for me. 



Wright I imagine, thought he was contributing to nature, but wasn’t he trying to control or stamp his individuality over the environment?  I can understand the urges of the Kaufman family in owning the property and having a structure over a waterfall, or to be honest, on top of the waterfall.  Even that strikes me as offensive, to be on top of a magnificent imagery of wildness and power.  The flow of water is so powerful, yet to have a structure over it, says one, that yes we have control over nature.  On top of that, living here I not only have to be under the influence of Wright, but also the Kaufman family who has their own concerns regarding the room size of their three bedrooms as well as kitchen space.  And what does one do with human waste that goes through this structure to somewhere else in the natural world. 



The only book I brought with me on this stay was a copy of George Orwell’s “1984,” because I haven’t read it yet, and I feel that since I was going to be stuck in this part of the world and this specific structure, I needed a book that somewhat expresses the way the world was heading towards.  As a writer I’m obsessed with how language is utilized in the mainstream media, and both the Orwell book and Marshall McLuhan’s “Understanding Media” expresses the anxiety of how language becomes a tool of sorts.  As I sat on a chair designed by Wright, looking outside a window designed by Wright, I sometimes wonder if Wright himself didn’t design the landscape outside the window as well. 




In the late 1990s I read about Christopher McCandless, and I was impressed that he sort of took nature as not as a partner, but that it was a world that could not be reproduced in a human sensibility.  The fact that he went into the wilderness without a map, appears to me to be the only way to wander into another world.  Compared to Wright’s attention and relationship to nature, I can clearly understand McCarndless’ desire to be part of, and eventually be blotted out by the natural world.  Also the fact that he stripped all his belongs and even identity (took the name Alexander Supertramp), to be in a sense a forgotten man, but not even forgotten, a presence that wasn’t there.  Or perhaps he wanted to be part of nature, similar to Wright, but refused to be equal to the magnificent yet horrifying world of nature. 
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loresseintes: “The dance of the Sabbath”, illustration from the…



loresseintes:

The dance of the Sabbath”, illustration from the Dictionnaire Infernal by Jacques Auguste Simon Collin de Plancy (1818)

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foreignmovieposters: Innerspace (1987). Polish poster by…



foreignmovieposters:

Innerspace (1987). Polish poster by Andrzej Pągowski.

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autrefoisacquit: Joan Miro’s studio



autrefoisacquit:

Joan Miro’s studio

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jozefsquare: .. Zdeněk Ziegler, Czechoslovakia, 1989 .. title:…



jozefsquare:

.. Zdeněk Ziegler, Czechoslovakia, 1989 ..

title: Zázračný lekár | Foreign Body | UK, 1986
director: Ronald Neame
with: Victor Banerjee, Warren Mitchell, Denis Quilley

artwork: Zdeněk Ziegler

Zdeněk Ziegler is a legendary Czech artist, graphic designer, typographer and book illustrator. He studied Architecture at Technical University in Prague and he has been designing movie posters since 1963. Ziegler has taken part in many prestigious international poster exhibitions and his work has been also presented to the public in several solo exhibitions. He is a member of Alliance Graphique Internationale

(via Zdeněk Ziegler - Foreign Body, Vintage Movie Poster (Czechoslovakia, 1989))

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Phone Horror (1)

telephone_horrorJohn Holowach's "Phone Call"
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The Lost Prince (23)

lost-princeThe Silver Horn
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ageofdestruction: françoise: Sun, Mercury, and 7 Messier…



ageofdestruction:

françoise: Sun, Mercury, and 7 Messier objects, photographed by SOHO, 29th December 2013.

The Messier Catalog was published by Charles Messier (1730-1817) in 1774, identifying objects in the sky that were not obviously stars, largely to avoid their misidentification as comets. Expanded in 1781, and updated as recently as 1966, the Messier Catalog has grown to 110 objects, now known to include star clusters, nebulae, distant galaxies, and the odd star here and there.

At the end of December, the Sun passes through the plane of our galaxy, accounting for the unusual density of Messier Objects seen here:

M8, the Lagoon Nebula; nebula with star cluster. 4100 ly.
M18, open star cluster. 4900 ly.
M20, the Trifid Nebula; combination of a star cluster and 3 types of nebula. 5200 ly.
M21, open star cluster. 4250 ly.
M22, globular star cluster (masked out along with the Sun). 10,600 ly.
M25, open star cluster. 2000 ly.
M28, glubular star cluster. 17,900 ly.

20 images; 2 an hour for 10 hours.

Image credit: NASA/ESA/GSFC. Animation: AgeOfDestruction.

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Stormy romance

Taking sex to the gutters. (Via Tyler Cowen.)
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Stormy romance

Taking sex to the gutters. (Via Tyler Cowen.)
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Tea for two

The case can definitely be made that breakfast is the best meal of the day.
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Tea for two

The case can definitely be made that breakfast is the best meal of the day.
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oleg89: Преступление дня: Judge Dredd: Mega-City Two…



oleg89:

Преступление дня: Judge Dredd: Mega-City Two #5

Moments like this I really wish I could read Russian.

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Defeating Hitler

From Avraham Burg, The Holocaust is Over; We Must Rise From its Ashes, an interesting book recommended by David B.:
Once we decided to accept K. Zetnik's testimony in the Eichmann trial verbatim, without questioning, we exiled ourselves to "another planet" on the Shoah platform, and our lives are a journey between dark planets. As far [as] we are concerned, we live on the Auschwitz planet. All is Shoah and everything is weighed on its scales. The rays of light that reach Israel break as they pass through the prism of crematoria. When it happens to others, we move to the next planet, where there is no room for the other's suffering, no genocides, no atrocities, and no holocausts that are not ours.

We are on the side [of] the Turks in their denial of the Armenian Holocaust, and we are beside the U.S. right-wingers, not knowing anything about America's original nations. We supplied arms to those who perpetuated the massacres in Rwanda and our denial reaches inside the Balkans. Soon after the Eichmann trial concluded, the Israeli government, and society in large, denied Hannah Arendt's argument that the Shoah was a human crime, committed by human beings, made possible by a new type of a murderer, the bureaucrat. The rejection of Arendt's Eichmann Trial was brief and fatal. No, protested the Shoah establishment. The Shoah is unique. It happened only to us; do not contaminate our Shoah with other people's troubles. In this manner Israel isolated itself from profound world processes and became a denier of other peoples' holocausts.
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Defeating Hitler

From Avraham Burg, The Holocaust is Over; We Must Rise From its Ashes, an interesting book recommended by David B.:
Once we decided to accept K. Zetnik's testimony in the Eichmann trial verbatim, without questioning, we exiled ourselves to "another planet" on the Shoah platform, and our lives are a journey between dark planets. As far [as] we are concerned, we live on the Auschwitz planet. All is Shoah and everything is weighed on its scales. The rays of light that reach Israel break as they pass through the prism of crematoria. When it happens to others, we move to the next planet, where there is no room for the other's suffering, no genocides, no atrocities, and no holocausts that are not ours.

We are on the side [of] the Turks in their denial of the Armenian Holocaust, and we are beside the U.S. right-wingers, not knowing anything about America's original nations. We supplied arms to those who perpetuated the massacres in Rwanda and our denial reaches inside the Balkans. Soon after the Eichmann trial concluded, the Israeli government, and society in large, denied Hannah Arendt's argument that the Shoah was a human crime, committed by human beings, made possible by a new type of a murderer, the bureaucrat. The rejection of Arendt's Eichmann Trial was brief and fatal. No, protested the Shoah establishment. The Shoah is unique. It happened only to us; do not contaminate our Shoah with other people's troubles. In this manner Israel isolated itself from profound world processes and became a denier of other peoples' holocausts.
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Defeating Hitler

From Avraham Burg, The Holocaust is Over; We Must Rise From its Ashes, an interesting book recommended by David B.:
Once we decided to accept K. Zetnik's testimony in the Eichmann trial verbatim, without questioning, we exiled ourselves to "another planet" on the Shoah platform, and our lives are a journey between dark planets. As far [as] we are concerned, we live on the Auschwitz planet. All is Shoah and everything is weighed on its scales. The rays of light that reach Israel break as they pass through the prism of crematoria. When it happens to others, we move to the next planet, where there is no room for the other's suffering, no genocides, no atrocities, and no holocausts that are not ours.

We are on the side [of] the Turks in their denial of the Armenian Holocaust, and we are beside the U.S. right-wingers, not knowing anything about America's original nations. We supplied arms to those who perpetuated the massacres in Rwanda and our denial reaches inside the Balkans. Soon after the Eichmann trial concluded, the Israeli government, and society in large, denied Hannah Arendt's argument that the Shoah was a human crime, committed by human beings, made possible by a new type of a murderer, the bureaucrat. The rejection of Arendt's Eichmann Trial was brief and fatal. No, protested the Shoah establishment. The Shoah is unique. It happened only to us; do not contaminate our Shoah with other people's troubles. In this manner Israel isolated itself from profound world processes and became a denier of other peoples' holocausts.
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fairy-wren: (via 500px / Bird love by johannhamard) *Rainbow…



fairy-wren:

(via 500px / Bird love by johannhamard)

*Rainbow Lorikeets

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symmetrybreakfast: Friday: Lucky Charms and caffè latte. You…



symmetrybreakfast:

Friday: Lucky Charms and caffè latte. You didn’t think I’d just put it in a bowl did you? #deconstructed #nouvellecuisine #handpicked #breakfast #symmetrybreakfast #friday #weekend #luckycharms @generalmills #caffelatte #latte #cereal #fun #perfectionist #perfect

aaaaaaaaaagggghhh (also bravo)

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June 7, 2014



June 7, 2014

It is no secret among my friends that I look up to le Roi-Soleil as my man-of-choice in all manners that’s good in life.  From an early age, I had an obsession with the Sun King, better known as Louis XIV.  At the time, I lived in a single apartment on Martel in West Hollywood, that was basically a room with a small kitchen, and even a smaller bathroom. Still, it was my first home away from the family, and I treasured my little spot as if it was my Palace of Versailles.  Therefore I decorated the one-room apartment with images of Louis XIV, and even chose furniture that was not a good imitation of furniture from that period.  The fact that it looked fake, made the surroundings more endearing to me. 



At the time, I was employed in my first job, which was Licorice Pizza, a record store chain in Southern California.  I would take a bus to Reseda boulevard, and then another to Sherman Way.  At the time, I thought of the bus as my royal transportation.  It was a bus with a lot of stinky people, but to me, it was my palace as well.  I made sure I sat in the very back, and in the middle of the aisle.  I wanted the sense that everyone who enters the bus, must come to me.  Of course all of this was an illusion, and part of the time, I knew that.  But most of the time, I just forgot that fact and went on with the fantasy.  The music I played at the store was usually baroque music of all sorts.  My favorite records were recordings by Jacques Champion de Chambonnières, Jean-Baptiste Lully, and François Couperin.  The latter was my favorite of them all, and was awarded the credit of being “organist du Roi, ” organist by appointment to Louis XIV.  In the era of the Jam and the Sex Pistols, it was very hard at the time to find recordings of Couperin’s music.  Nevertheless, I insisted on making a special section of his music in our bins at the time.  As far as I can remember we didn’t even have any classical music in stock.  And what made it even more sad, was that at the time I could only find one release that was in print at this time.  “L’Espagnole, IV. La Piemontoise 1727” released on the Telefunken record label out of Germany.   My educated guess is that we were the only store in the San Fernando Valley that carried this recording, and only one copy at that.

Here, I need to be honest with you, I wasn’t that popular with people around me.  I kept my world as a very private one, and rarely did I share it with others, or allowed anyone to get close to me.  I prefer the artifice of a representation of a life than a real relationship.  It reached a peak in my life that I would make love to girls, but only in front of a full-length mirror that was in my apartment.  In a sense, I wanted to be in my own movie of my own making.  But alas, I have changed since then, and now I have not one single full-length mirror in my “now” humble home. 
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Editorial.ly

I got contacted by Editorial.ly’s new web magazine, Stet, to illustrate an article about the use of Twitter as a lifeline in a culturally barren places. I brought several ideas to the table, and they immediately jumped on this one. I can see echoes of my other work in this illustration: when you’re young, you try for a long time to make a style for yourself, and later you realise only by letting it happen naturally does it come.

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File X (30)

denmark x thumbMr. X: King of the Underworld (1942), by Jack Lester.
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Prince

PrinceThe exegesis has just begin.
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fairy-wren: (via 500px / Snowcap by Chris Jimenez)



fairy-wren:

(via 500px / Snowcap by Chris Jimenez)

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Photo



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This my relationship with my boss. I am Barry. 



This my relationship with my boss. I am Barry. 

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Photo



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wannabeanimator: ‘The Secret to Composition’ tutorial















wannabeanimator:

'The Secret to Composition' tutorial

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Free samples

Taste a bit of the style book at the CUP site!
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Free samples

Taste a bit of the style book at the CUP site!
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Closing tabs

Trying to get school-related tasks done this last two weeks has been like wading through marmalade - that always happens at the end of the semester. I have two more minor tasks to finish this morning before I can guiltlessly (a) go to midday hot yoga [ED. This did not happen - I was interrupted in my post by the need to visit a friend in the hospital, and we ended up staying with his wife for a bit while she waited for scary tests to be conducted] and (b) write the luxuriantly copious blog post about summer writing thoughts that has been percolating for many days now. But before any of that, I think, some tabs to close....

A good Knausgaard interview by Scott Esposito (scroll down and click the link to open).

It really was bound in human skin! (More here and here.)

Documenting the last living Chinese women whose feet were bound in childhood.
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Closing tabs

Trying to get school-related tasks done this last two weeks has been like wading through marmalade - that always happens at the end of the semester. I have two more minor tasks to finish this morning before I can guiltlessly (a) go to midday hot yoga [ED. This did not happen - I was interrupted in my post by the need to visit a friend in the hospital, and we ended up staying with his wife for a bit while she waited for scary tests to be conducted] and (b) write the luxuriantly copious blog post about summer writing thoughts that has been percolating for many days now. But before any of that, I think, some tabs to close....

A good Knausgaard interview by Scott Esposito (scroll down and click the link to open).

It really was bound in human skin! (More here and here.)

Documenting the last living Chinese women whose feet were bound in childhood.
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June 6, 2014



June 6, 2014


I find myself drawn to 3400 Wilshire Boulevard in the Mid-Wilshire district, but now pretty much considered to be Koreatown.  I have consistently been haunted by ghost images of all sorts. I wouldn’t say I 'm attracted to death, but more of the lasting presence of people and even buildings, after they left the world, stick with me like an inoperative tumor.  I often go to a location, where it is either empty or perhaps a new structure is in place, but I can still feel the old ‘vibes’ of the landscape.  Standing at a specific location causes one to cry all of a sudden, and I have known to shed tears without knowing why, and later, I realize because I was in a specific location where a sense of great loss took place.



A grand hotel once took place on 3400 Wilshire Boulevard.  The hotel opened in 1921, and this is where the 2nd Academy Awards and the 12th Academy Awards took place.  The great silent movie actress Pola Negri lived in this hotel from 1930 to 1943.  The beautiful nightclub was home to entertainers like Frank Sinatra, Judy Garland, Liberace, Benny Goodman, Dizzy Gillespie, Perry Como and even Vicki Carr.  I never went to this nightclub, but I often dreamed of it, and with a mixture of old vintage photographs plus scenes from Hollywood films, I visualize a world where I edit all the bad things, and kept the imagined memories in place.  Like the Alain Resnais and Alain Robbe-Grillet film, I imagine myself chasing down a beautiful female, who I may have met last year, but more likely I just saw the film, and that alone, opened up a memory that may or may not exist.



Very rarely did I regret moments that I missed, but I always do have a sense of regret of moments that I have noticed.  We never know how well planned things are, and eventually it can be just a matter of luck, that something horrible took place.  If people would have known, perhaps they could have secured the area better - but alas, probably the scent of regret lies in the kitchen pantry.  Forty-six years ago I was awaken up by my mother, when I was around 13 years old, and she told me what was in that hotel.  News, these days are not so shocking.  I think due to the images of death that is consistently around us, including on the Facebook website, where friends pass on, yet their pages still live on in a sense, both as a tribute or someone doesn’t know the password to kill (a horrible word) the page.  Nevertheless I was quite shocked to hear the news, because at the time, the Vietnam war was raging, and it seems American culture was being ripped apart.   A series of assassinations that took place in the 1960s had a profound effect on the American psyche, and it was a very painful series of moments or time for an overly sensitive 13 year old boy.  From an artist who got shot in New York City to a politician who got shot and killed in a kitchen pantry at this magnificent hotel.   In a sense, the murder not only destroyed a man but also the hotel itself.



I walk through the vacant grounds, that now has no life, and I wonder that perhaps it is a good idea to destroy or tear down any structure that has witnessed or a death that took place at that specific location.  Then I wonder what a structure has not witnessed a death within its walls. Is there a death-free location somewhere on this planet?
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catbirdia: moonwings via BioDivLibrary



catbirdia:

moonwings

via BioDivLibrary

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Rebalancing acts

The busiest Citi Bike in New York! (This would make a funny children's book.)
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Rebalancing acts

The busiest Citi Bike in New York! (This would make a funny children's book.)
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JP

At the FT, Teju Cole travels to Ramallah (a place I am increasingly keen to spend some time in myself - must explore possibilities along these lines):
How does one write about this place? Every sentence is open to dispute. Every place name objected to by someone. Every barely stated fact seems familiar already, at once tiresome and necessary. Whatever is written is examined not only for what it includes but for what it leaves out: have we acknowledged the horror of the Holocaust? The perfidy of the Palestinian Authority? The callousness of Hamas? Under these conditions, the dispossessed – I will leave aside all caveats and plainly state that the Palestinians are the dispossessed – have to spend their entire lives negotiating what should not be matters for negotiation at all: freedom of movement, the right to self-determination, equal protection under the law.
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JP

At the FT, Teju Cole travels to Ramallah (a place I am increasingly keen to spend some time in myself - must explore possibilities along these lines):
How does one write about this place? Every sentence is open to dispute. Every place name objected to by someone. Every barely stated fact seems familiar already, at once tiresome and necessary. Whatever is written is examined not only for what it includes but for what it leaves out: have we acknowledged the horror of the Holocaust? The perfidy of the Palestinian Authority? The callousness of Hamas? Under these conditions, the dispossessed – I will leave aside all caveats and plainly state that the Palestinians are the dispossessed – have to spend their entire lives negotiating what should not be matters for negotiation at all: freedom of movement, the right to self-determination, equal protection under the law.
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Code-X (11)

patek thumbLuxury Angst
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Thomas Mann

mann"The will that aims toward its freedom plunges into the void.”
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June 5, 2014



June 5, 2014

There are numerous happy moments in my life, but the biggest moment is when I purchased the Jacques Demy DVD box-set in Paris.  There are countless symbolic images one can get to remind one self that they were located in Paris, for instance a little plastic Effel Tower key chain, but that would have been useless due to the fact I loathe keys of all sorts.  Alas, the Demy box-set for me, is Paris in a nutshell.  The fact that it has the ultimate Los Angeles film, “The Model Shop, ” in this set, is just an additional plus, because even though Los Angeles is technically an American city, I think it’s the most French of all American cities.  In fact, I’m sort of shocked that Southern California did not become the property of France. It would go well with Nice and the whole lie Midi vibe that is out there already.

Obviously, Demy doesn’t represent a ‘real’ Paris, but the Paris that is in my head, and that is the only Paris I’m interested in.   I often look at the album cover of Michel Legrand’s “I love Paris” and just marvel at the chubby middle-aged man carrying a huge squash over his shoulder, while smoking a tiny cigarette, which I presume is in the Les Halles Market district.   That, as a market doesn’t exist anymore, but, the image lives on.  I often dream with a Legrand musical score in the background.  Last night I had the oddest dream where I’m in a Goya painting, or that is my impression at the very least.  I was running down a slight incline into a room that was brilliantly white.  There were people there, but they were covered in sheets, and I had a whip as I ran into the room and started whipping in a frenzy everything around me.  The one thing I noticed was that there was no blood, because you think I would have caused an open wound where the blood would soak through the white sheet.   Throughout this attack, I could clearly hear a Legrand recording on a turntable that was positioned in the room.



I woke up breathing heavily after the attack in the dream.  I wasn’t that puzzled about my rampage, but more curious about the Legrand soundtrack - was it even music by him?  Yet, it was obviously a piece of music by Legrand.  I got out of bed, in pitch darkness and ran to my record collection.  I took out all the Legrand recording I have, and played each one to hopefully recognize the piece that was in the dream.  It was at this point I realized that it was music from Jacques Demy’s “The Donkey Skin.”  To be specific the title of the song is “Advice of the Lilac Fairy,” which is a beauty by Legrand and Demy (who wrote the lyrics), and an odd choice for my dream sequence where I whip people hiding behind white sheets.



One of the key attractions for me with respect to Demy’s work, is that he has characters that run through all of his films that reappears in each film.   So watching all of Demy’s films, one is stuck in a world made up by the filmmaker, and the only reference, for instance his seaport town of Nantes, as if it was a Hollywood musical from the 1950s is very much a self-contained environment, which I find pleasing.  To take a landscape and make it your own, whatever it is Paris or Silverlake is something that I admire greatly.  It is a world where even external oxygen is not allowed in, I can only smell the scents, the sights, the touch that is very much the aesthetic of Jacques Demy.   The truth is I loathe a world that is not Demy.  My dream last night is in a sense a battle between what I thought was threatening (people under sheets) agains the beauty of Legrand, and therefore Jacques Demy.
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darksilenceinsuburbia: Sveta Dorosheva “Ferocious Holyman”…

















darksilenceinsuburbia:

Sveta Dorosheva

"Ferocious Holyman" illustrations part 1

Illustrations to “Ferocious Holyman”, a new book by Dmitry Deitch (in progress)

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fairy-wren: (via 500px / Green Thorntail by Chris Jimenez)



fairy-wren:

(via 500px / Green Thorntail by Chris Jimenez)

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The Fugitives (6)

fugitives thumbChapter VI: A Terrible Night Ride
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Laurie Anderson

laurieandersonClassic virtuosity with lowly gimmicks.
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Philly Trans Health Conference

Next weekend (June 13-14) I’ll be in Philadelphia for the annual Trans Health Conference, where I’ll be proud to do two different things on Saturday.

I will be reading my own poetry (poems about gender; some brand-new ones, too) along with the novelist Rachel Gold, who will be reading from her cool trans-themed YA novels (either the one that’s out now or the one coming soon.

Later that same day we will be talking about trans* and gender-variant characters– and whole invented societies– in science fiction and fantasy. (If you have suggestions about sf, it’s not too late to send them in; special gift coming your way if you can find the author recently known as Raphael Carter.) See a few of you there?

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You can now watch my TED talk.

Given at TEDGlobal Edinburgh in 2013, it’s a TED talk (live onstage with good lighting and so on) about why I like poetry, and about some of the more serious things that poetry can do for us, whether or not we spend much of our lives reading it. Many thanks to all the people at TED who helped make it possible, and made it (I hope) OK to watch. (I’m used to hearing myself on audio at this point, but video? Still weirds me out.) Discussed: science fiction, death, global English, and poems by A. E. Housman, Rae Armantrout, Wallace Stevens, Terrance Hayes, Denise Riley, and John Keats.

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immer-anders: gefunden…



immer-anders:

gefunden bei

http://www.pinterest.com/pin/539165386611199061/

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