February 2012
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“Prestige is like a powerful magnet that warps even your beliefs about what you...”
– Paul Graham
The twilight of the color photograph →
itwonlast:
By DUSHKO PETROVICH
One hundred years ago, one of Paris’s richest men had a quixotic dream. Returning from a personal trip to China and Japan, the banker Albert Kahn decided to build a huge visual archive of the planet. Kahn believed that mutual misunderstanding was the source of world conflict, so in 1909, he began funding scores of photographers as they set out across five...
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Skinny Love (Live at Glastonbury 2009) | Bon...
Locked my car keys inside my car. Good morning.
I’m stuck in the Menzies building for 6 hours today. That means I have, for each class in total, 8 chances of getting stuck once again inside the first-year-eating revolving doors. Despite being in my third year, I’ve now been stuck inside so many times that the security know me on a first name basis. I am not liking my chances for today.
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home
This is home: you could be happy here. Spangled lights fill the hallway, a painted smile. From the outside it sounds like a party – high-pitched screams, music turned up way too high. Look around you, no-one’s laughing. Smoke crawls into their throats, everyone’s trying not to breathe and some succeed, lie sleeping. Clamouring hands reach out to nothing; erase the lights, the colours,...
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Lovesong
by Ted Hughes
He loved her and she loved him. His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to He had no other appetite She bit him she gnawed him she sucked She wanted him complete inside her Safe and sure forever and ever Their little cries fluttered into the curtains Her eyes wanted nothing to get away Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows He gripped her hard so...
In the Early Light of Morning
by Jan McLaughlin
In the early light of morning signals of duty lash upon the pan. As the eggs fumble from clear to white you persuade me, like a comma, to pause and reconsider the light which jumps upon my sleep wresting me from your arms and into the carnival of the day where certain things must happen at appointed hours. In the early light of morning your lips remind me that there are other...
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Also, this time last year I met a guy on campus and was chatting about classes while I was awaiting the arrival of my potato cakes and he gave me a business card to add him on Facebook. I understood him having a business card (he was a double Bachelor of Business and Economics) for entrepreneurial reasons, but this really wasn’t the case. It was really a pick-up-chicks card.
I struggled not...
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It’s my third year for my course in this campus, and today’s the first day back. Despite the amount of hours I’ve holed up inside this institution for the past 2 years, I still have to look like a nitwit walking around with a campus map glue-sticked to my blue Collins diary. This campus is too large but I thought I would have a hang of where to go by now- that was, until I...
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Traveler
by Heather Sommer
Your first time out of the country of your own skin, I didn’t bring a map. You always hated that I’d been lucky enough to pick my way through streets I couldn’t pronounce to find cathedrals, graveyards. If you were a city, you said, I’d only like to know your suburbs. If you were a city, I said, I’d like to know your poor neighborhoods, your inner parts. Read your graffiti....
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Melbourne public service announcement:
Maxibons are $5 for a box of four at Safeway.
It’s the last day of the Summer holidays, and it’s 31 degree’s outside. All I want to do is sit and hog the air conditioner with a box of sunny boys all day long, but with university tomorrow morning I don’t think that’s the nicest way to end it. Going to take myself op shopping, smelling like sunscreen, sporting dark red lipstick and the first beehive that I have...
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“In music, though, one doesn’t make the end of the composition the point of the...”
– Alan Watts
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Dead or Alive vs Christina Aguilera, Ain’t...
anthrodynia
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. a state of exhaustion with how shitty people can be to each other, typically causing a countervailing sense of affection for all things that are sincere but not judgmental, are unabashedly joyful, or just are.
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“The weirder strain of criticism concerns authenticity. People seem to feel that...”
– ‘Screen Shot - Lana Del Rey’s Fixed Image’ by Sasha Frere-Jones in The New Yorker
Why You Should Never Marry a Poet
by Heather Bell
Think about it - the way that credit cards, bougainvillea, vacations, dictionaries, the road on the way to work will all never be enough. The poet wishes with her deepest bones and writes that she wishes she would have killed you in the supermarket. She wonders why she ever loved you in song. She publishes book after book. Each line detailing how your hair is ugly and monstrous...
“In August of 1990 I found myself laying on my stomach in the woods with a pair...”
– Kathleen Hanna, Our Hit Parade
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Bloc Party, Tulips
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Anonymous asked: visit a GP and ask if they think you are unhealthy size or not....your friend might cheer you on but health is not "subjective"...but anyway, if considering your health is offensive then nevermind! carry on with your "won't conform to society" mindset...
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“By the time we grow up we become masters at dissimulation, at cultivating a self...”
– Ernest Becker, The Birth and Death of Meaning: A Perspective in Psychiatry and Anthropology
Are any of you part of a zine or a site that are looking for contributors? My hand is itchy and I am wanting to challenge my writing more.
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Let's Be Blunt
jonathan-cunningham:
journalofajournalist:
Journalists Marie Colvin and Remi Ochlik are dead. They are dead because the Syrian government, by all appearances, is intentionally targeting journalists and foreign observers. The Syrian government was able to target individuals—to monitor satellite uplinks, phone records, and internet activity—due to technology and expert assistance rendered by...
“1. Never use a metaphor, simile, or other figure of speech which you are used to...”
– George Orwell
Made the mistake of watching EpicMealTimes for half an hour while my chips were heating up in the oven.
I feel ill already and I haven’t started eating yet.
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downers
henrycharlesbukowski:
some people grind away making their unhappiness the ultimate factor of their existence until finally they are just automatically unhappy, their suspicious upset snarling selves grinding
on and at and for and through
their only relief being
to meet another unhappy person
or to create one
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“This afternoon postcards with the Queen’s head on them
have been quietly...”
– ‘Summer In The City’ by Annie Katchinska
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Tattoo
by Todd Davis
Try telling the boy who’s just had his girlfriend’s name cut into his arm that there’s slippage between the signifier and the signified. Or better yet explain to the girl who watched in the mirror as the tattoo artist stitched the word for her father’s name (on earth as in heaven) across her back that words aren’t made of flesh and blood, that they don’t bite the skin. Language...
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