-find what you love, and let it kill you-

lohrien: Illustrations by Sungwon

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:00:50 -0400

Illustrations by Sungwon

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"Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as triggers for experiences...."

Wed, 22 May 2013 04:07:41 -0400

““Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as triggers for experiences. (Roy Ascott’s phrase.) That solves a lot of problems: we don’t have to argue whether photographs are art, or whether performances are art, or whether Carl Andre’s bricks or Andrew Serranos’s piss or Little Richard’s ‘Long Tall Sally’ are art, because we say, ‘Art is something that happens, a process, not a quality, and all sorts of things can make it happen.’ … [W]hat makes a work of art ‘good’ for you is not something that is already ‘inside’ it, but something that happens inside you — so the value of the work lies in the degree to which it can help you have the kind of experience that you call art.””

- Brian Eno (via jessiethatcher)

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"Do not look for a sanctuary in anyone except yourself."

Wed, 22 May 2013 04:01:26 -0400

“Do not look for a sanctuary in anyone except yourself.”

- Siddhārtha Gautama (via fabulousbitch69)

"Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it..."

Wed, 22 May 2013 00:44:44 -0400

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Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it ‘Chops’

because that was the name of his dog

And that’s what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and a gold star

And his mother hung it on the kitchen door

and read it to his aunts

That was the year Father Tracy

took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born

with tiny toenails and no hair

And his mother and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X’s

and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it ‘Autumn’

because that was the name of the season

And that’s what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because of its new paint

And the kids told him

that Father Tracy smoked cigars

And left butts on the pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses

with thick lenses and black frames

And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus

And the kids told him why

his mother and father kissed a lot

And his father never tucked him in bed at night

And his father got mad

when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook

he wrote a poem

And he called it ‘Innocence: A Question’

because that was the question about his girl

And that’s what it was all about

And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because he never showed her

That was the year Father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end

of the Apostle’s Creed went

And he caught his sister

making out on the back porch

And his mother and father never kissed

or even talked

And the girl around the corner

wore too much makeup

That made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway

because that was the thing to do

And at 3am he tucked himself into bed

his father snoring soundly.

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag

he tried another poem

And he called it ‘Absolutely Nothing’

Because that’s what it was really all about

And he gave himself an A

and a slash on each damned wrist

And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn’t think

he could reach the kitchen.

”

- Absolutely Nothing, Osoanon Nimuss

(via tuxedosaldente)

runenweib: Post-mastectomy tattoos by Tina Bafaro. Photos by...

Wed, 22 May 2013 00:41:18 -0400

runenweib:

Post-mastectomy tattoos by Tina Bafaro. Photos by Bafaro.

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losed: Keith Arnatt - Self-Burial (Television Interference...

Wed, 22 May 2013 00:38:27 -0400

losed:

Keith Arnatt - Self-Burial (Television Interference Project) 1969

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psychoactivelectricity: “An onna-bugeisha (女武芸者?) was a female...

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:12:34 -0400

psychoactivelectricity:

“An onna-bugeisha (女武芸者?) was a female warrior. Members of the samurai class in feudal Japan, they were trained in the use of weapons to protect their household, family, and honor in times of war.”

supersonicelectronic: Sean Lewis. Illustrations by Sean...

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:10:17 -0400

supersonicelectronic:

Sean Lewis.

Illustrations by Sean Lewis:

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"You look like a dream I’ve never had before."

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:29:37 -0400

“You look like a dream I’ve never had before.”

- Richard Brautigan, The Abortion. (via thefagartist)

gallowhill: Alberto Giacometti in his Paris studio, 1960 Photo...

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:29:16 -0400

gallowhill:

Alberto Giacometti in his Paris studio, 1960

Photo by Ernst Scheidegger

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Fri, 17 May 2013 09:44:56 -0400

-find what you love, and let it kill you-

lohrien: Illustrations by Sungwon

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"Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as triggers for experiences...."

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"Do not look for a sanctuary in anyone except yourself."

"Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it..."

Absolutely Nothing, Osoanon Nimuss

runenweib: Post-mastectomy tattoos by Tina Bafaro. Photos by...

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losed: Keith Arnatt - Self-Burial (Television Interference...

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psychoactivelectricity: “An onna-bugeisha (女武芸者?) was a female...

supersonicelectronic: Sean Lewis. Illustrations by Sean...

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"You look like a dream I’ve never had before."

gallowhill: Alberto Giacometti in his Paris studio, 1960 Photo...

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