During a retreat on the Toronto Islands, I had all these pictures and thought about these lost identities. Photography has this innate promise that we can take a picture of someone and keep it. But overtime, these pictures somehow become dislodged from their origins, and the people photographed are lost. ==D~~~~ "The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.
" - Gabriel Garcia Marquez (1927-2014), Love in the Time of Cholera (Source: livefromthenypl, via starmaps) "And at the end of the day, your feet should be dirty, your hair messy and your eyes sparkling. " This isn't happiness.™ Dark Silence In Suburbia. Fortunis Licetus De Monstris Fortunio Liceti (1577-1657) was an Italian philosopher, doctor and scientist.
He studied medicine and philosophy at the University of Bologna before becoming a lecturer of logic at the University of Pisa and then a professor of philosophy at the University of Padua. Liceti was omnivorous in his interests writing books on mathematics, philosophy, astronomy, genetics and disease. He was friends with Galileo and the mathematician Bonaventura Cavalieri, who once remarked that Liceti was such a prodigious scholar that he produced a book a week. Grayriver.tumblr. La Muse Verte. Sovietunions: one thing i never do is write a rough draft it’s all or nothing go big or go home (via romanvs) Here’s the scenario: two children, one white and one black, walk into an exhibition filled with portraits of white people.
Both children enjoy it. V. sirin. Nabokov hunting butterflies above Gstaad, summer 1971, “as a fat hairless old man in shorts” Hello followers, this is me, the creator, inserting myself Pale Fire-style, into the “narrative.”
Sorry that this tumblr has been fallow for so long. It’s okay if you’ve totally forgotten you’re even following. I should explain why this tumblr even exists. It began as a final project for a memoir class, so it sat in stasis while I waited for it to be graded, and I got distracted by final exams and papers and whatnot. Narcolepsy. Reblololo. Things laid down. Dear ada. Varia. Pictured above, Robert Duncan (born 7 January 1919; died 3 February 1988), in a 1985 photograph by John Tranter The Temple of the Animals The temple of the animals has fallen into disrepair.
The pad of feet has faded. Musiques. Clara BacouDr.
Rosenhan'Dr Rosenhan' is an illustrated short, telling the story of renowned psychiatrist David Rosenhan who was able to demonstrate in his famous social experiment that the medical approach to abnormality is wholly unreliable. He was part of the anti-psychiatry movement who fiercely criticised the medical model during the 1960s. Ne t'arrête pas de respirer. COULEURS. Gh2u. Arsvitaest. Tongue depressors. Vladimir Nabokov. (Fuck, Yeah.) Documentary following writer and broadcaster Stephen Smith on the trail of Vladimir Nabokov, the elusive man behind the controversial novel and 1962 film, Lolita.
The journey takes him from the shores of Lake Geneva to Nabokov’s childhood haunts in the Russian countryside south of St Petersburg to the streets of New York City and a road trip through the anonymous world of small-town America. Along the way Smith meets fellow Nabokov admirer Martin Amis and puts in a cheeky visit to Playboy’s literary editor who is publishing an extract of Nabokov’s last work. A Writer's Ruminations.
Awritersruminations: Hello everyone,My family and I are struggling right now.
My stepdad just lost his job, and we rely on his income. We’re trying to stay in our home, afford the basic necessities, and buy life-sustaining medications. If you can give any amount of money to help, I would deeply appreciate it.Click here to donateAll the best,Caitlin I want to thank everyone who has donated, reblogged, and offered support. [...] Ne t'arrête pas de respirer. Decapitate animals.