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beetleinabox:

Page from the Codex Seraphinianus, completed by Luigi Serafini in 1978 and first published in two volumes in 1981. It is an illustrated encyclopedia of another universe, written in an alien script.
Robert Creeley’s “The Language”, first published in Words in 1967:

Locate I love you some- where in
teeth and eyes, bite it but
take care not to hurt, you want so
much so little. Words say everything.
I love you again,
then what is emptiness for. To
fill, fill. I heard words and words full
of holes aching. Speech is a mouth.

Page from the Codex Seraphinianus, completed by Luigi Serafini in 1978 and first published in two volumes in 1981. It is an illustrated encyclopedia of another universe, written in an alien script.

Robert Creeley’s “The Language”, first published in Words in 1967:

Locate I
love you some-
where in

teeth and
eyes, bite
it but

take care not
to hurt, you
want so

much so
little. Words
say everything.

I
love you
again,

then what
is emptiness
for. To

fill, fill.
I heard words
and words full

of holes
aching. Speech
is a mouth.

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The Penalty for Bigamy Is Two Wives by William Matthews

I don’t understand how Janis Joplin did it, how she made her voice break out like that in hives of feeling. I have a friend who writes poems who says he really wants to be a rock star- the high-heeled boots, the hand-held mike, the glare of underpants in the front row, the whole package. He says he likes the way music throws you back into your body, like organic food or heroin. But when he sings it is sleek and abstract except for the pain, like the silhouette of a dog baying at the moon, almost liver-shaped, a bell hung from a rope of its own pure yearning. Naturally his life is exciting, but I sometimes think he can’t tell the difference between salvation and death. When I listen to my Janis Joplin records I think of him. Once I got drunk & sloppy and told him I feared artists always had more fun and more death, too, and how I had these strong feelings but nothing to do with them and he said Don’t worry I’d trade my onion collection for a good cry, wouldn’t you? I didn’t really understand, but poetry is how you feel so I lie back and listen to Janis’s dead voice run up and down my body like a fire that has learned to live on itself and I think Here it comes, Grief’s beautiful blow job. I think about the painter who was said to paint with his penis and I imagine one of his portraits letting down a local rain of hair around his penis now too stiff to paint with, as if her diligent silence meant to say You loved me enough to make me, when will I see you next? Janis, I don’t care what anybody thinks or writes, I don’t care if my friend who writes poems is a beautiful fake, like a planetarium ceiling, I want to hold my life in my arms as easily as my body will hold forever the silence for which the mouth slowly opens.

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Jack White – Freedom At 21

literaryjukebox:

There are only two kinds of freedom in the world: the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the artist and the monk who renounce possessions.

Anaïs Nin in The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 3: 1939-1944

Song: “Freedom at 21” by Jack White

iTunes :: Amazon

7 months ago 102 notes

Louie: Season 2, Episode 9

((For those of you thinking "It's so long, why would I read that?" All I can say is you're missing out. One of the best scenes I've ever watched on television, no joke. And it's on hulu, for free, for another three days I think. GO NOW! WATCH THAT EPISODE!!! Or just read the transcript for the scene here.))
Louie: So whats up man?
Eddie: Okay look, I know I burned our bridge, you know. We're old friends and all that, hurray, but I got no bridges left. I burned all the bridges, I burned roads, I burned the trails, I burned the hiking path. Ih- it's all gone.
Louie: So what do you need?
Eddie: I don't need anything. I just want to talk to you. I want to tell you something.
Louie: Okay.
Eddie: [mockingly] Okay? Okay?
Louie: Yeah I'm listening. Go ahead.
Eddie: Alright man, look, I'm cashing in. I'm done. I'm forty-shit years old. I got nothing. I got nobody. And I don't want anything. I don't want anybody. And thats the worst part, when the want goes. Thats - thats bad. Suffering is one thing; not having is one thing; but when you just don't care anymore, you know? I've gone soft in the last three pussies I've been in. You get to a point where you go “maybe it's time to put a period at the end of my-” whatever this was.
Louie: So you're gonna quit comedy?
Eddie: [laughs] how dense are you? Comedy? Who gives a shit about comedy man?
Louie: Well then what are you talking about?
Eddie: My life! I'm going to end it. I – I went to a doctor, listen to me. I went to a doctor, and I'm just trying to get a scrip for ambien and I'm bull shitting the guy, the whole fear of flying nonsense, like I've ever been on a plain in my career, and the doctor gets this look on his face like he knows, like he's going to chuck me out of the office. All of the sudden, he gives me these. [takes out pill bottle] It's phenomadrine
Louie: What is it?
Eddie: He tells me “only take one of these a week”. It's like the strongest most dangerous shit this side of Bangkock. He tells me “do not take more than one. Two of these'll stop your heart.”
Louie: A doctor gave you those?
Eddie: Yeah, it made no sense at first. I mean look at me. [wheezing laugh] Take one look at me, you're gonna give me these with a verbal warning?
Louie: Well why would he do that?
Eddie: Because he took one look at me and he realized thats the only prescription thats gonna improve my life, death.
Louie: Jesus Christ Eddie.
Eddie: No, the guy's right. The guy probably deserves a nobel prize. And I don't need a second opinion. I'm going to Maine, I'm gonna do my show, get a lobster roll maybe, get a motel room, and throw three of these things down my head with some Konyack.
Louie: Why are you here telling me this right now?
Eddie: You know [chuckles] I don't know. I guess I just wanted to say good bye to someone. If I leave a note it's just gonna get burned with my clothes. So I figured you for the one guy that, you know, I could say adios to.
Louie: Eddie this is bullshit you can't kill yourself.
Eddie: Oh yes I can. I have a note from a doctor.
Louie: I don't give a shit what that guy said, you can't do that.
Eddie: And why can't I do that?
Louie: Because
Eddie: Louie look me in the eye and tell me I have one good reason to live.
[pause]
Louie: [looks around, thinking] No.
Eddie: See, you got nothin.
Louie: No – no I'm not – I'm not playing that. I'm not doin it.
Eddie: What do you mean?
Louie: I mean – I mean fuck you man. I got my reasons to live. I worked hard to figure out what they are. I'm not just handing them to you. Okay? You want a reason to live? Have a drink of water and get some sleep. Wake up in the morning and try again like everyone else does.
Eddie: Yeah, yeah, I get it. Yeah, “tough love”.
Louie: Nah, no love. Okay? More like “tough not giving a shit anymore”, Eddie. If you want to tap out cause your life is shit... you know what it's not your life. It's life. It's- life is bigger than you. If you can imagine that. Life isn't something that you possess. It's something that you take part in and you witness.
Eddie: [giggling] You are – you are so excited right now. That you get to give the big speech. You would love to be the guy that talks this loser, who you never think about, out of suicide so you feel better about yourself. This is not about you Louie. This is just me saying good bye. It was nice to know you when I knew you.
Louie: You know you're laying this shit on me because-
[A couple arguing loudly with each other walks near by and the two look over for a moment. The couple is gone and they stand in silence for another moment.]
Louie: Listen man, I-I haven't seen you in twenty years. And you're right I don't think much about you. I hope you don't kill yourself. I really do. But I gotta go home.
Eddie: Alright
Louie: [talking over Eddie's line] I gotta pick up my kids in the morning.
Eddie: Okay man.
[They shake hands]
Louie: [skeptical] Alright man. I'm gonna take the subway okay?
Eddie: Alright. Thanks buddy.
Louie: Good luck in Maine okay?
[Louie gives Eddie a light slap on the cheek and a weak tap on the chest and walks away. He waves back as he goes and Eddie returns the wave. Eddie gets in his car and drives away.]

7 months ago 18 notes

vintageanchor:

“Be careful, lest in casting out your demon you exorcise the best thing in you.”
—Friedrich Nietzsche

(Source: vintageanchorbooks, via mlq3)

7 months ago 93 notes

explore-blog:

Go back in time 13.2 billion years with this humbling Hubble image of what the universe looked like in its early days, then inhale some of Hubble’s most breathtaking present-day images.

(ᔥ It’s Okay To Be Smart)

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still from Shame

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still from Shame

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reaktorplayer:

Max Ernst
working on his murals for the Corso Bar
Zürich, 1934

Hello Max’s arms, back, shoulders, arms, hand…

8 months ago 45 notes

reaktorplayer:

Sir John Everett Millais, BtOphelia 1851-2

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The Penalty for Bigamy Is Two Wives by William Matthews

Louie: Season 2, Episode 9

((For those of you thinking "It's so long, why would I read that?" All I can say is you're missing out. One of the best scenes I've ever watched on television, no joke. And it's on hulu, for free, for another three days I think. GO NOW! WATCH THAT EPISODE!!! Or just read the transcript for the scene here.))
Louie: So whats up man?
Eddie: Okay look, I know I burned our bridge, you know. We're old friends and all that, hurray, but I got no bridges left. I burned all the bridges, I burned roads, I burned the trails, I burned the hiking path. Ih- it's all gone.
Louie: So what do you need?
Eddie: I don't need anything. I just want to talk to you. I want to tell you something.
Louie: Okay.
Eddie: [mockingly] Okay? Okay?
Louie: Yeah I'm listening. Go ahead.
Eddie: Alright man, look, I'm cashing in. I'm done. I'm forty-shit years old. I got nothing. I got nobody. And I don't want anything. I don't want anybody. And thats the worst part, when the want goes. Thats - thats bad. Suffering is one thing; not having is one thing; but when you just don't care anymore, you know? I've gone soft in the last three pussies I've been in. You get to a point where you go “maybe it's time to put a period at the end of my-” whatever this was.
Louie: So you're gonna quit comedy?
Eddie: [laughs] how dense are you? Comedy? Who gives a shit about comedy man?
Louie: Well then what are you talking about?
Eddie: My life! I'm going to end it. I – I went to a doctor, listen to me. I went to a doctor, and I'm just trying to get a scrip for ambien and I'm bull shitting the guy, the whole fear of flying nonsense, like I've ever been on a plain in my career, and the doctor gets this look on his face like he knows, like he's going to chuck me out of the office. All of the sudden, he gives me these. [takes out pill bottle] It's phenomadrine
Louie: What is it?
Eddie: He tells me “only take one of these a week”. It's like the strongest most dangerous shit this side of Bangkock. He tells me “do not take more than one. Two of these'll stop your heart.”
Louie: A doctor gave you those?
Eddie: Yeah, it made no sense at first. I mean look at me. [wheezing laugh] Take one look at me, you're gonna give me these with a verbal warning?
Louie: Well why would he do that?
Eddie: Because he took one look at me and he realized thats the only prescription thats gonna improve my life, death.
Louie: Jesus Christ Eddie.
Eddie: No, the guy's right. The guy probably deserves a nobel prize. And I don't need a second opinion. I'm going to Maine, I'm gonna do my show, get a lobster roll maybe, get a motel room, and throw three of these things down my head with some Konyack.
Louie: Why are you here telling me this right now?
Eddie: You know [chuckles] I don't know. I guess I just wanted to say good bye to someone. If I leave a note it's just gonna get burned with my clothes. So I figured you for the one guy that, you know, I could say adios to.
Louie: Eddie this is bullshit you can't kill yourself.
Eddie: Oh yes I can. I have a note from a doctor.
Louie: I don't give a shit what that guy said, you can't do that.
Eddie: And why can't I do that?
Louie: Because
Eddie: Louie look me in the eye and tell me I have one good reason to live.
[pause]
Louie: [looks around, thinking] No.
Eddie: See, you got nothin.
Louie: No – no I'm not – I'm not playing that. I'm not doin it.
Eddie: What do you mean?
Louie: I mean – I mean fuck you man. I got my reasons to live. I worked hard to figure out what they are. I'm not just handing them to you. Okay? You want a reason to live? Have a drink of water and get some sleep. Wake up in the morning and try again like everyone else does.
Eddie: Yeah, yeah, I get it. Yeah, “tough love”.
Louie: Nah, no love. Okay? More like “tough not giving a shit anymore”, Eddie. If you want to tap out cause your life is shit... you know what it's not your life. It's life. It's- life is bigger than you. If you can imagine that. Life isn't something that you possess. It's something that you take part in and you witness.
Eddie: [giggling] You are – you are so excited right now. That you get to give the big speech. You would love to be the guy that talks this loser, who you never think about, out of suicide so you feel better about yourself. This is not about you Louie. This is just me saying good bye. It was nice to know you when I knew you.
Louie: You know you're laying this shit on me because-
[A couple arguing loudly with each other walks near by and the two look over for a moment. The couple is gone and they stand in silence for another moment.]
Louie: Listen man, I-I haven't seen you in twenty years. And you're right I don't think much about you. I hope you don't kill yourself. I really do. But I gotta go home.
Eddie: Alright
Louie: [talking over Eddie's line] I gotta pick up my kids in the morning.
Eddie: Okay man.
[They shake hands]
Louie: [skeptical] Alright man. I'm gonna take the subway okay?
Eddie: Alright. Thanks buddy.
Louie: Good luck in Maine okay?
[Louie gives Eddie a light slap on the cheek and a weak tap on the chest and walks away. He waves back as he goes and Eddie returns the wave. Eddie gets in his car and drives away.]

The Penalty for Bigamy Is Two Wives by William Matthews

Louie: Season 2, Episode 9

Sir John Everett Millais, BtOphelia 1851-2

The Penalty for Bigamy Is Two Wives by William Matthews

Louie: Season 2, Episode 9

Sir John Everett Millais, BtOphelia 1851-2

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