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Mon, 06 May 2013 23:10:34 -0400

Life Doesn’t Frighten Me: Maya Angelou’s Courageous Children’s Verses, Illustrated by Basquiat

Fri, 03 May 2013 09:43:42 -0400

Life Doesn’t Frighten Me: Maya Angelou’s Courageous Children’s Verses, Illustrated by Basquiat:

Nothing but incredible blogs from Brain Pickings. Two titans of art, Maya Angelou + Basquiat collab for a great Friday feature.

Legends Never Die

Fri, 03 May 2013 09:18:00 -0400

Legends Never Die :

“We came from fucked up backgrounds, you know what I mean?” he continues. “Straight up, like New York City kids. Our bond together was skateboarding. But skateboarding wasn’t cool. We were like a band of outsiders.”

Check out We Push NYC for some images from the current skate scene.

"I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways."

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 17:04:11 -0400

“I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.”

- Rumi (via alighthouseofwords)

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Sat, 20 Apr 2013 16:38:21 -0400

wepushnyc:

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Fresh tees for a good cause.

"April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire,..."

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 13:42:55 -0400

“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”

- T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via litographs)

The Mower by Philip Larkin

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 21:02:50 -0400

The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.

I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably. Burial was no help:

Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful

Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.

via litquake

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Mon, 08 Apr 2013 20:45:00 -0400

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Wed, 03 Apr 2013 08:00:17 -0400

"I want to read crate-fulls of old used, bent, wrinkly paged books. With the bindings all creased,..."

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 20:45:05 -0400

““I want to read crate-fulls of old used, bent, wrinkly paged books. With the bindings all creased, and the pages earmarked. I want to know that when I’m reading a book someone else enjoyed it before me.””

- (via impulseandinstincts)

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Mon, 01 Apr 2013 23:10:00 -0400

Word of the Day: redivivus

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 22:52:47 -0400

oupacademic:

kateoplis: August 14, 1932

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 23:09:42 -0400

kateoplis: August 14, 1932 :

kateoplis:

Anais,

Don’t expect me to be sane anymore. Don’t let’s be sensible. […]

You became a woman with me. I was almost terrified by it. You are not just thirty years old—you are a thousand years old.

Here I am back and still smoldering with passion, like wine smoking. Not a passion any longer for…

Doesn’t get any smoother than Robin Thicke and Pharrell...

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 21:28:28 -0400

Doesn’t get any smoother than Robin Thicke and Pharrell Williams

rachellemeyer: A SEA SHANTY FOR J. ALFRED PRUFROCK This weekend...

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 22:54:47 -0400

rachellemeyer:

A SEA SHANTY FOR J. ALFRED PRUFROCK

This weekend I was working on another design for litographs - The Poems of T.S. Eliot. This was difficult for me to approach at first. Should I attempt a broad general interpretation? Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? The answer became evident pretty quickly. I had to pick a poem, and the one I picked was The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. It just kills me, that one. I can’t stop reciting it aloud once I read it again, much to the dismay of my family members.

I won’t wax on for too long. It’s so hard to talk about poetry without feeling pretentious. But one thing I tried to capture with this singular image is how Eliot manages to convey the sense of the smallness of the individual against the majesty of the infinite. Something like that. I’d sing for Mr. Prufrock. And I do. I do!

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

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Sat, 09 Mar 2013 15:54:03 -0500

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Get your mind right Saturday going on right now.

Sat, 09 Mar 2013 13:41:33 -0500

Get your mind right Saturday going on right now.

"True poetic practice implies a mind so miraculously attuned and illuminated that it can form words,..."

Fri, 01 Mar 2013 11:03:11 -0500

“True poetic practice implies a mind so miraculously attuned and illuminated that it can form words, by a chain of more-than coincidences, into a living entity.”

- Edward Hirsch

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Mon, 25 Feb 2013 16:43:34 -0500

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Tue, 19 Feb 2013 18:19:33 -0500