April 24, 2014
WHALE FIGHT

WHALE FIGHT

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April 22, 2014
jeannetto:

In honor of Earth Day, here’s a look at what its made up of. More science lessons for adults in Science You Forgot: an illustrated guide to your elementary school textbook available at CatsAreGross.com.

jeannetto:

In honor of Earth Day, here’s a look at what its made up of. More science lessons for adults in Science You Forgot: an illustrated guide to your elementary school textbook available at CatsAreGross.com.

April 21, 2014
nastygal:

Girl Gang

nastygal:

Girl Gang

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April 21, 2014
"

The Day Lady Died

It is 12:20 in New York a Friday
three days after Bastille day, yes
it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine
because I will get off the 4:19 in Easthampton
at 7:15 and then go straight to dinner
and I don’t know the people who will feed me

I walk up the muggy street beginning to sun
and have a hamburger and a malted and buy
an ugly NEW WORLD WRITING to see what the poets
in Ghana are doing these days
I go on to the bank
and Miss Stillwagon (first name Linda I once heard)
doesn’t even look up my balance for once in her life
and in the GOLDEN GRIFFIN I get a little Verlaine
for Patsy with drawings by Bonnard although I do
think of Hesiod, trans. Richmond Lattimore or
Brendan Behan’s new play or Le Balcon or Les Nègres
of Genet, but I don’t, I stick with Verlaine
after practically going to sleep with quandariness

and for Mike I just stroll into the PARK LANE
Liquor Store and ask for a bottle of Strega and
then I go back where I came from to 6th Avenue
and the tobacconist in the Ziegfeld Theatre and
casually ask for a carton of Gauloises and a carton
of Picayunes, and a NEW YORK POST with her face on it

and I am sweating a lot by now and thinking of
leaning on the john door in the 5 SPOT
while she whispered a song along the keyboard
to Mal Waldron and everyone and I stopped breathing

"

Frank O’Hara. 

This poem is one of three I wrote my MFA thesis about. I spent a long time on that last stanza, about the syntactical ambiguity in the last line particularly. Did Billie Holiday whisper the song to Mal Waldron and everyone, and only the speaker stopped breathing? Did everyone and the speaker stop breathing? Did the speaker stop breathing in the dramatic present, remembering that moment? 

I was thinking of this poem and that last stanza and that last line a lot last night, during the Mountain Goats concert at the Old Town School of Folk Music. The crowd was so respectful, so quiet when necessary, absolutely rapt. Ezekiel 7 and the Permanent Efficacy of Grace was particularly intense, and you could feel the air sucked out of the room. At the end, after the heartbeats, he sat staring at the piano and let the sound echo and die off, and no one clapped or made a sound until he turned to the audience and smiled and said thank you. 

I stopped breathing. 

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April 20, 2014

itscolossal:

Carved goose eggs by Piotr Bockenheim

O MIGHTY EGG

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April 18, 2014
adventuresinblunderland:

jesuschrist-:

i want this
as a mural on my wall
as a framed and lighted painting
as a screen printed afghan
as a shower curtin
and last but not least a book of this image as stamps


ELISABETH.

sup boo

adventuresinblunderland:

jesuschrist-:

i want this

  • as a mural on my wall
  • as a framed and lighted painting
  • as a screen printed afghan
  • as a shower curtin
  • and last but not least a book of this image as stamps

ELISABETH.

sup boo

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April 17, 2014
hermionejg:

Los seres humanos no nacen para siempre el día en que sus madres los alumbran, sino que la vida los obliga a parirse a sí mismos una y otra vez.
- Gabriel García Márquez (March 6, 1927-April 17th, 2014)[human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves]

hermionejg:

Los seres humanos no nacen para siempre el día en que sus madres los alumbran, sino que la vida los obliga a parirse a sí mismos una y otra vez.

- Gabriel García Márquez (March 6, 1927-April 17th, 2014)

[human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves]

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April 16, 2014
laughterkey:

aatombomb:



Angela Lansbury officially becomes Dame

True royalty.

The best.


hail hail my queen

laughterkey:

aatombomb:

Angela Lansbury officially becomes Dame

True royalty.

The best.

hail hail my queen

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April 16, 2014
brianna-ashby:

The Magnificent Andersons: the brand new issue of Bright Wall/Dark Room Magazine, devoted entirely to the films of Wes Anderson and Paul Thomas Anderson, is now available! Visit Bright Wall/Dark Room for more! 

brianna-ashby:

The Magnificent Andersons: the brand new issue of Bright Wall/Dark Room Magazine, devoted entirely to the films of Wes Anderson and Paul Thomas Anderson, is now available! Visit Bright Wall/Dark Room for more! 

April 16, 2014

Radar has a superhero persona, created by my friend Brandi and me: the Scrambler: a well-intentioned hero of incredible strength who bursts on the scene to saves the day but makes a huge mess in the process.

“Help us, Scrambler!” the people cry, on the precipice of some terrible disaster.

“Scrambler, no!” they cry again, as he knocks them over the edge with his enthusiasm and good intentions.

- Elisabets: Choice Horses and Bad Dogs by Elisabeth Geier (aka whathappened)

My latest column is about how my bad dog keeps me alive.

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