Lily of the Valley
Gouache on paper, 2015
by Kelly Louise Judd
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Lily of the Valley
Gouache on paper, 2015
by Kelly Louise Judd

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Lucien Hervé L'Accusateur 1955
Paul von Borax Lizzie
The Akron Beacon Journal, Ohio, May 25, 1912

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Pavel Tchelitchew, 1953
Peter Dixon, in-house design for Sainsbury’s packaging, 1960s-70s. England. Cola 1966, Biscuits 1967, Crackers 1968, Peas 1970, Cornflakes 1976, Milk 1978. Via creativereview
PERFORMANCE AFTER THE END OF THE WORLD
The only piece of advice I’ve got for anyone is to shout your precious name into the rain & wait for a response. I’ve never been good at caring very much about language except when it matters the most. Look up. The sky has never seemed bigger. Days when clouds are so low it’s like the air is a ghost & every person is a ghost & in a way that’s almost comforting, bodies aren’t really bodies at all. When you meet a body or a boy in the street so long after the light has gone & every star seems amazing. The sky as an appendage to a whole other life. Have you ever thought of the galaxy as something so infinitely big it’s almost irrelevant. Bodies that whisper at night like something amazing. Like every sad poet, I am obsessed with the sky at night. As if we could ever forget the horned moon of our ancestors. My language has been called diaphanous & imprecise. But you can cut into it with a knife. When I look at a magnificent white museum with so many dead objects I can only think of it collapsing into a vicious ocean. Water will exist long after we do. When my body exists, I can feel something warm as water swell up in my chest as if remembering some primordial dream. We whisper to each other in the dark as bodies do & the lights flicker on. This is how electricity works in cities that haven’t heard voices in thousands of years. Imagine this planet once the world has grown through it again. I feel bloodless. I feel like the dust that created the universe. The earth as all sea, just like Ovid imagines it. The ocean as one gorgeous excuse for drowning. I feel like the water inside of me. I turn to the boy or body in the street & beg Tell me something real Tell me something real & from nowhere, an answer I will take you to it & I will take you to it & I will take you to it & I will take you to it—
TALIN TAHAJIAN
her robotic, glacial voice; the blood; the gasps from the crowd; the way her mic hits the ground on beat with the song; its performance at its peak
iconic
she gave unhinged women our rights
i watch this video exactly once a month and it gives me full body asmr
This was fighting for gay rights
We will forever stan
never forget her commentary on this performance:
“The methodology behind what I’ve done is that, when they wanted me to be sexy, or they wanted me to be pop, I always fuckin’ put some absurd spin on it that made me feel like I was still in control. So you know what? If I’m gonna be sexy on the VMAs, and sing about the paparazzi, I’m going to do it while I’m bleeding to death and reminding you of what fame did to Marilyn Monroe, the original Norma Jean, and what it did to Anna Nicole Smith, and what it did to… Yeah. You know who.”
Here’s Canada’s reigning royal couple, Avril Lavigne and Chad Kroeger, spreading their beautiful love in Paris while looking like Cool Dad picking up his angsty 8th grade daughter from junior high school to take her to buy the Wheatus CD at f.y.e. because the year is 2001.

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Hang Loose by Vagabond Creations, 1970
i get on tumblr after a decade of being away & all i get is an army of porn blogs and one very large tumbleweed
We learn bodily ire from our mothers—how to run / out of our own flesh—
Grace Shuyi Liew, from “WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE DURATIONAL, NOT ETERNAL?” published in DREGINALD (via lifeinpoetry)
Estudio Caruncho in Madrid - the atelier of landscape architect @fernandocarunchogardener Photo @simonpwatson
“Waiting through doubt teaches us enormous spiritual strength. It gives us the strength to go on—through struggle, through joy, through recovery, through our daily lives—even though we do not know how to name or describe a power or powers greater than ourselves. And the paradox is this: to accept this not-knowing—to accept doubt, a lack of certainty—is to accept the very nature of life as it is. In accepting doubt, unanswered questions, and unknowing, we accept life on life’s terms.”
Waiting, Marya Hornbacher

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                               turn mythical
                          turn into a palomita and rise, rise into
                   smoke, a burn scar
            a child’s daydream: am I becoming, have I begun
— Christina Olivares, from “Portrait,” published in Hayden’s Ferry Review