by trashcanland

by trashcanland

"When we lose certain people, or when we are dispossessed from a place, or a community, we may simply feel that we are undergoing something temporary, that mourning will be over and some restoration of prior order will be achieved. But maybe when we undergo what we do, something about who we are is revealed, something that delineates the ties we have to others, that shows us that these ties constitute what we are, ties or bonds that compose us. It is not as if an “I” exists independently over here and then simply loses a “you” over there, especially if the attachment to “you” is part of what composes who “I” am. If I lose you, under these conditions, then I not only mourn the loss, but I become inscrutable to myself. Who “am” I, without you? When we lose some of these ties by which we are constituted, we do not know who we are or what to do. On one level, I think I have lost “you” only to discover that “I” have gone missing as well."

Judith Butler, Precarious Life (via thingsandschemes)

still judy b’s best writing. 

(via bad-ronald)

by thingsandschemes

by avantretro

archiveofaffinities:

Anthony Lumsden and DMJM, Knapp Center Office Building, Los Angeles, California, 1981

archiveofaffinities:

Anthony Lumsden and DMJM, Knapp Center Office Building, Los Angeles, California, 1981

by archiveofaffinities

lapitiedangereuse:

* Vladimir Nabokov, teaching his students how to read Kafka, pointed out to them that the insect into which Gregor Samsa is transformed is in fact a winged beetle, an insect that carries its wings under its armoured back, and that if Gregor had only discovered them, he would have been able to escape. And then Nabokov added: “Many a Dick and a Jane grow up like Gregor, unaware that they too have wings and can fly.”

lapitiedangereuse:

* Vladimir Nabokov, teaching his students how to read Kafka, pointed out to them that the insect into which Gregor Samsa is transformed is in fact a winged beetle, an insect that carries its wings under its armoured back, and that if Gregor had only discovered them, he would have been able to escape. And then Nabokov added: “Many a Dick and a Jane grow up like Gregor, unaware that they too have wings and can fly.”

by lapitiedangereuse

"I cannot sleep. Only dreams, no sleep."

– Franz Kafka, Diaries (via c-ovet)

by requiemforthepast

quincampoix:

Wassily Kandinsky, Fragile, 1929

quincampoix:

Wassily Kandinsky, Fragile, 1929

by quincampoix

poetrysince1912:

—Robert Creeley, Poetry, November 1969"So Big" was Creeley’s last contribution to Poetry. In our October 2013 issue, we have letters from Creeley to Ed Dorn, Louis Zukofsky and Larry Eigner. Learn more here.

poetrysince1912:

—Robert Creeley, Poetry, November 1969

"So Big" was Creeley’s last contribution to Poetry. In our October 2013 issue, we have letters from Creeley to Ed Dorn, Louis Zukofsky and Larry Eigner. Learn more here.

by poetrysince1912

pizzzatime:

aqqindex: Ishiyama Osamu, 1973-1975

pizzzatime:

aqqindex: Ishiyama Osamu, 1973-1975

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