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May 30, 2012
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Electric Literature's Recommended Reading: Vol.1, No.2 EDITOR’S NOTE When Clarice Lispector began writing Near to...

“And now — now it only remains for me to light a cigarette and go home. Dear God, only now am I remembering that people die. Does that include me?
Don’t forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes.” - The Hour of the Star

recommendedreading:

Vol.1, No.2

EDITOR’S NOTE

When Clarice Lispector began writing Near to the Wild Heart, in March 1942, she was a twenty-two year old law student who had recently begun work as a journalist. Confused, “groping in the darkness,” she started by jotting down ideas in a…
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May 29, 2012
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boysilove: Peter Falk, Ben Gazzara, John Cassavetes

boysilove:

Peter Falk, Ben Gazzara, John Cassavetes

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April 06, 2012
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booksandbeers: DEATH IS CERTAIN

booksandbeers:

DEATH IS CERTAIN

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April 03, 2012
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raredeadly: And now, David Bowie in a kimono playing table tennis.

raredeadly:

And now, David Bowie in a kimono playing table tennis.

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March 25, 2012
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so there actually is nothing to get here.  awesome. thenotes: newyorker: Were you puzzled by the above Michael Crawford cartoon that appeared in last week’s issue? The good folks over at Vanity Fair asked Cartoon Editor Bob Mankoff to explain it. Here’s his response: http://nyr.kr/GH9bdb Alternate take: this is a fucking terrible cartoon.

so there actually is nothing to get here.  awesome.

thenotes:

newyorker:

Were you puzzled by the above Michael Crawford cartoon that appeared in last week’s issue? The good folks over at Vanity Fair asked Cartoon Editor Bob Mankoff to explain it. Here’s his response: http://nyr.kr/GH9bdb

Alternate take: this is a fucking terrible cartoon.

(Source: newyorker.com)

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March 25, 2012
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The sky is always above a tract house in Los Angeles.  As the day passes, the sun comes in the large window from the east, then the south, then the west.  As I look out the window at the sky, I see cumulus clouds pile up suddenly in complex, pastel-colored geometrical shapes and then immediately collapse and dissolve.  After this has happened a number of times in succession, at last it seems possible for me to begin painting again. - Lydia Davis, “The Sky Above Los Angeles” from the 2012 issue of Little Star

The sky is always above a tract house in Los Angeles.  As the day passes, the sun comes in the large window from the east, then the south, then the west.  As I look out the window at the sky, I see cumulus clouds pile up suddenly in complex, pastel-colored geometrical shapes and then immediately collapse and dissolve.  After this has happened a number of times in succession, at last it seems possible for me to begin painting again.

- Lydia Davis, “The Sky Above Los Angeles” from the 2012 issue of Little Star

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March 24, 2012

Otherwise this stone would seem defaced

beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders

and would not glisten like a wild beast’s fur:

would not, from all the borders of itself,

burst like a star: for here there is no place

that does not see you.  You must change your life.

Archaic Torso of Apollo, Rilke

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March 21, 2012
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K is for Kate who was struck by an Axe.   Edward Gorey 

K is for Kate who was struck by an Axe. 

 Edward Gorey 

(via katewashfordart)

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March 21, 2012
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slaughterhouse90210: “Sarcasm and jokes were often the bottle in which clinical depressives sent out their most plangent screams for someone to care and help them.”— David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

slaughterhouse90210:

“Sarcasm and jokes were often the bottle in which clinical depressives sent out their most plangent screams for someone to care and help them.”
— David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

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March 15, 2012
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fuckyeahhotdadswithbabies: Paul McCartney with his daughter Mary. (Photographed by Linda Eastman) submitted by baumhugger!

fuckyeahhotdadswithbabies:

Paul McCartney with his daughter Mary.

(Photographed by Linda Eastman)

submitted by baumhugger!