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Fatima Karashaeva, Woman reading
ok my new goal this year is to focus exclusively on reading books written during “bad” historical circumstances / time periods / places to live in . as an exercise in finding beauty and meaning in the bleak. the aim is for this to remind me how silly it is to complain about living at my uni which is objectively a fine and normal situation
does anybody else think about dying constantly (not in a negative way) but as like... trying to picture how the exact hour of dying must feel. like ur experiencing the present moment and then it just suddenly ends. when i was little i thought about this all the time and whenever i read about a specific historical death i would try really hard to picture being that person and i was obsessed with gruesome cave accidents for this reason. is this a universal experience or am i cooked
Shadow Theater - Inari Krohn , 1989. Finnish, b. 1945
Humphrey Bogart's lifts he wore during his scenes with Ingrid Bergman in Casablanca, 1942.
“Once, very movingly, Pope Pius XII received Paul Claudel to honor the eminent playwright and Catholic poet. “My son,” he said, “the trouble with you is you believe utterly in hell; I'm not so sure about heaven” — with a smile. This is a very peculiar form of heresy. It's a form of Manichaeanism. And I call myself a Manichaean, a rather baffled Manichaean. Yes, I'm a coward: I take refuge in life insurance of the highest solid kind, far beyond Lloyd's. Immanuel Kant — the sanest, quietest, most balanced mind — believed in incarnate evil, not just in Aristotle's “evil is the absence of good,” which gets you off every hook. Kant didn't mean somebody with horns and tail, but that evil is an incarnate force, a positive agent.
Only that way can I understand why our finest enterprises turn hellish. Think of the original documents of Zionism — and my father was in the early group with Herzl: it was a utopian dream, a dream of equality, of full racial understanding, of realizing Jeremiah and Isaiah (“weapons shall be turned into ploughshares”). Look at the suffering. Look at this armed state, which to survive has to be one of the most militaristic societies on earth. We go into Mogadishu to bring food, to help, and it ends in hell, where bodies are dragged through the streets.
What is it that justifies fully Shakespeare finding that “As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods, / They kill us for their sport”? Or his insight, “The worst is not / So long as we can say 'This is the worst'”? What has made it come true, over and over and over, that our good intentions, our compassions, our utopias turn infernal? That needs asking.”
— George Steiner, in an interview with The Paris Review
i miss creepy evan rosier and all the creepy little things that go along with him... taxidermies. autopsies. tuberculosis. bloodletting. surgical amphitheaters. bone saws. formaldehyde. animal teeth. rare and undetectable poisons. mothballs. morgues. dissection tools. organs in jars on desks. conjoined fetuses of dead lambs. love him or hate him you have to admit he had consistency
A group of spivs with time on their hands play dice for money in a London wasteland area, 1954 - by Bert Hardy (1913 - 1995), English
dating another serial outfit repeater is so funny we wake up next to each other and then both put on the exact clothes we were wearing yesterday like cartoon characters
also like we both normally wear the same exact fit (big sweater + big jeans + noise cancelling headphones + hiking shoes) in the same size (men’s large) from the same thrift every day so it really is giving duplicated default sim