I ASK FOR A NEW GOD

In the Mood for Love, Wong Kar-wai, 2000. (photography by Wing Shya)

Manjushri by Kimura Ryoko, Japan

This piece depicts the scenery of seawater being scattered during the traditional Agehama salt-making process in Suzu. Capturing the sparkling spray dancing in the wind, the breeze brushing against the cheeks, and the scent of the sandy beach, I infused my own sensory experiences into a flowing, modern yet classic silhouette.

A carved lapis lazuli amulet of the wedjat with ribbed brow, set in a later gold ring

sorry but i actually don't think everyone would be chill with sabrina carpenter posting a photo of her nude genitals on instagram given that last year when she pantomimed getting eiffel towered (fully clothed btw) as a joke about performing in paris, there was a full week of discourse about what a disgusting degenerate pedo-baiting pervert she is for doing that IN FRONT OF CHILDREN!!! no less. i think this is the kind of thing you only post when your identity-focused activism has narrowed your experience of the world to the point where you don't actually notice other people experiencing -isms that aren't the one you're primarily concerned about. and to that i say, get a grip girl

[Text ID: “Oh, sweetheart. My foolish / hope. My sun-swallowed sky. / My spine & how it aches for you / again & again, swelling, brimming, / thick-as-honey sunflower static.”]

W gay people. W pervert women

in absolute tears about the pride module at my work

Tagging @batshit-auspol because as an Australian you're the only big account I know who might share (sorry).

-- Trip, Estragon News, The Oracular Outsiders and the Homework Doers

Maybe it's because that fiction is being written for the people already bought in. Art that is made for the purpose of institutional legibility and approval is dead on arrival. Writing must stand on the outside, viewing the world at a tilt. Our world is being eaten by word machines that can imitate us perfectly. Unless American letters find the courage to welcome back in the oracular, it will disappear, replaced by machine that can conform to the demands of institutional legibility—really, the demands of capital—better than any human ever could.

“but I can also recognize that, when fiction becomes the exclusive domain of people who are very good at completing schoolwork, something vital is lost.” — I can’t be the only one seeing the echoes of “Asian people benefit the most from DEI programs” here come onnnnnnnn people

Iris Murdoch, A Severed Head

"Hazy Moon," woodblock print, 1993