these are the timesdirty beloved



sexy prosthetic


Cellist Beatrice Harrison in her garden in Oxted England in 1920's
 with nightingales


Jasper de Beijer at dark silence in suburbia
"With frenetic color and texture, a frisson of the real and media-influenced, and constant hints at the fabricated nature of De Beijer’s images, the photographer never quite allows a specific point in the continuum between the real and the imagined for the viewer to land."


the Leon Spinks of the literary world


Wild systems


Happy Birthday April


Pushing back the lake We found something more Like a song In a word Like the heartbreak of birds And there, beneath the sand Looking like the rain...
Future Islands


Dreams of Exile

What to say of the dramas? The interested reader can take comfort from the fact that a biographer feels a duty to read them: no one else should. They are perhaps the least Stevensonian of the works to which Louis's name is attached, and he produced some notably bad work on occasion.
Ian Bell's biography of Robert Louis Stevenson


Fergusson's maist obvious influence wis on Robert Burns, that threapit tae be duin wi musardie till he cam ower Fergusson's wark, an cried him: " elder brother in misfortune, by far my elder brother in the Muse."

Syne bairnheid, Fergusson haed dree'd ill-heal (jaloused tae be ane o the heidmaist reasons why he didna gang til the Ryal Hie Schuil till a year efter maist fowk his eild), an it wis aften merkit bi chiels that saw him that he leukit gey pale an frail. Aither in or juist afore the stairt o 1774, it became clear that Fergusson wis dreein some kynd o the depression, his ordinar blytheness wis gane an he semmed tae retreat intil a sort o releegious doul, readin ainlie The Bible an his behaviour becam gey orra. Gaun by Alexander Peterkin in his The Works of Robert Fergusson. To Which is Prefixed a Sketch of the Author's Life (London, 1807) bi March 1774 Fergusson wis: "...quite aware that his mind was in disorder, and he anticipated with terror the confinement in a mad-house, which he saw would be unavoidable." In Juilie, the members o the Cape Club raised a collection o siller for tae help their freend, but maugre o some seemin rallies o his heal, he wis on the hail gettin waur. Later that same month he teuk a faw doun a stair, an furder skaithed his heid. Athin days he wis incarcerate in the Edinburgh Bedlam, Darien Hoose. The traigic, rapid faw frae genius tae madness wis endit bi his daith on the 17t o October 1774. He wis juist twinty-fower.



The White Currants Emily Small at Copacetic Comics

The Book of Small
Emily Carr
The title you have selected (The Book of Small) is a post-1922 publication by an author who died more than 50 years ago. Such titles are in the public domain in many countries, particularly those outside the US and Europe. However, this title most likely remains copyrighted under United States law, where works copyrighted in 1923 or later can remain under copyright for up to 95 years after publication.
The Book of Small
by Emily Carr
at Project Gutenberg Australia

Old People's Pow Wow Platform, Alert Bay
Emily Carr
via BC Archives via BC Heritage via wood s lot


                                                                                 The March

Till Gerhard
at Stellan Holmes
at Galleri K

Obama Train Nina Berman


Phoebe Legere is out of this world

Rejecting Stereotypes, Photographing ‘Real’ Indians
Matika Wilbur at Lens (NYTimes photo blog)
Wilbur's personal site has her photography, which is good and worthwhile, but the site radiates the tech behind it, intrusively.
The design scheme is so streamlined there's no captions, for one thing.
The designer's personality is the dominant presence, so that the site is about that person first, and the art, second.


When All This Is Over
Macdara Woods
via 3QD


Out of Gas
Thomas Jorion
via GuardianUK 
via Infocult
via the photographically steadily-improving wood s lot


When a person has grown old and has done his all, it is his task peacefully to make friends with death. He does not need other people. He knows them and has seen enough of them. What he needs is peace. It is not seemly to seek out such a person, to talk to him, to torment him with your chatter. At the gateway to his home the proper thing is to pass by, as if nobody lived there.
Hermann Hesse (notice on the door of his house upon award [1946] of the Nobel Prize for Literature)

The Elk River upstream of Freedom Industry's tanks. Image courtesy of the author


An American of French and Austro-Hungarian extraction, Vivian bounced between Europe and the United States before coming back to New York City in 1951. Having picked up photography just two years earlier, she would comb the streets of the Big Apple refining her artistic craft. By 1956 Vivian left the East Coast for Chicago, where she’d spend most of the rest of her life working as a caregiver. In her leisure Vivian would shoot photos that she zealously hid from the eyes of others.   
Vivian Maier Photographer

                                                                           Velka Lomnica Czechoslovakia 1963 

Josef Koudelka
Exhibition - Gypsies - sélection 109 photos
at magnum
In the early 70's I was devouring aperture and other art/photo mags when I could, noticing how often magnum showed up in bitchin photos here and there in the media, and in the seminal art book of 50's childhood the Family of Man, so when I got online and went to to magnum's site I was slammed into disappointment and disheartened by the watermarking defacing proprietary walling-in of their archives.
Nice to see they've stopped doing that. Finally. Whenever they did. Because I haven't been back in 14 years or so. Til today.

Outstanding Photo Galleries From Grand Masters That Will Take You By Surprise- Part 1 - 50 Color Photographs Which Will Tell You Light Is Everything In Photography
both with links out from photos to the photographers' sites
 via Shahidul Alam, somehow.
Read his beautiful piece on the death of his father here



Mary who mattered to me, gone or asleep
among fruits, spilled

in ash, in dust, I did not

leave you. Even now I can't keep from
composing you, limbs & blue cloak

& soft hands. I sleep to the sound

of your name...
Mary Szybist
Poetry Foundation

I think it’s a myth that the creative inspiration is locked up inside the person and just needs a quiet space and the right “serious” (brooding) moment to get released. I think art is much more about an engagement with the world, a way of being called upon and recognizing that the world is speaking to you. Which isn’t quite solitude, even if you’re alone when it happens.
Rachel Kushner Guernica


Chineasy: A bright and engaging illustrated methodology for learning Chinese through fun and whimsical illustrations.

  via Brindille


it will feed you, it will ravish you. It will not keep you alive



an aspidoceleon, literally, a shield turtle


On the Wings of a Nightingale

An Answer to Suffering:

Rat does not become a God
What is Hitherby Dragons?
Hitherby by Jenna Katerin Moran best!
everything best!
click on header pictures - best!
 read! best!
 hear imagine love remember know - best!
 best promise fulfill of all the tales promising
 Grimm Anderson Perrault Bradbury Baum
S.T.Warner all all promise and deliver poetry
dream heart eye and ear up brave and honor true - best!

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