Posetitel muzeya (1989) Dir. Konstantin Lopushanskiy

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"I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love."

— Kuba Wojewodzki, Polish journalist and comedian (via wordsthat-speak)

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the sorrows of satan, 1926


the sorrows of satan, 1926

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"My heart bleeds black blood for the monster."

— Robert Lowell, from “Florence” (via sharksdonthavescales)

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"THE MOON: As in the soft and sweet eclipse,
When soul meets soul on lovers’ lips,
High hearts are calm, and brightest eyes are dull;
So when thy shadow falls on me,
Then am I mute and still, by thee
Covered; of thy love, Orb most beautiful,
Full, oh, too full!"

— Percy Bysshe Shelley — from Prometheus Unbound (via slothnorentropy)

"One has to take a somewhat bold and dangerous line with this existence: especially as, whatever happens, we are bound to lose it."

Friedrich Nietzsche, Untimely Meditations (via artisticalyhaze)

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"I believe in the possible realization of a world in which man can be much, even if he has little; a world in which the dominant motivation of existence is not consumption; a world in which “man“ is the end, first and last; a world in which man can find the way of giving a purpose to his life as well as the strength to live free and without illusions.”

— Erich Fromm, Credo

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"Now, like the slowest worm, we sense; but like the mightiest god, we know."

William H. Gass, Omensetter’s Luck (via robcam-wfu)


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"Cities controlled by big companies are old hat in science fiction. My grandmother left a whole bookcase of old science fiction novels. The company-city subgenre always seemed to star a hero who outsmarted, overthrew, or escaped “the company.” I’ve never seen one where the hero fought like hell to get taken in and underpaid by the company. In real life, that’s the way it will be. That’s the way it always is."

Octavia E. Butler, Parable of the Sower

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Salvador Dali, White Calm 


Salvador Dali, White Calm


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Then one day it happens: two birds
flying from point A to point B

          fall in love with the idea of point C.
          No wind but what’s winged into being.

On this they rise. Below them, small
as mustard seeds, whales and narwhals

         roll to show their bellies, and if I lower
         this pencil, the birds are liable to chase

such whiteness. On and on they fly, over
water, for a lifetime and a half, beating

         swords into words, words into ords
to where I write with a pencil made

of birdseed.

Philip Pardi

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"A young man looks the world in the face. He has not had time to polish the idea of death or of nothingness, even though he has gazed on their full horror. That is what youth must be like — this harsh confrontation with death, this physical terror of the animal who loves the sun. Whatever people say, on this score at least, youth has no illusions. It has neither the time nor the piety to build itself any. And, I don’t know why, but faced with this ravined landscape, this solemn and lugubrious cry of stone, Djemila, inhuman at nightfall, faced with this death of colors and hope, I was certain that when they reach the end of their lives, men worthy of the name must rediscover this confrontation, deny the few ideas they had, and recover the innocence and truth that gleamed in the eyes of the Ancients face to face with destiny. They regain their youth, but by embracing death."

— Albert Camus - “The Wind at Djemila” (via phiom)

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Armand Rassenfosse (Belgian, 1862-1934), The Death of Lovers (La Mort des amants), 1899


Armand Rassenfosse (Belgian, 1862-1934), The Death of Lovers (La Mort des amants), 1899

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In That Other Fantasy Where We Live Forever

we were never caught

we partied the southwest, smoked it from L.A. to El
worked odd jobs between delusions of escape
drunk on the admonitions of parents, parsons & professors
driving faster than the road or law allowed.
our high-pitched laughter was young, heartless & disrespected
authority. we could be heard for miles in the night

the Grand Canyon of a new manhood.
womanhood discovered
like the first sighting of Mount Wilson

we rebelled against the southwestern wind

we got so naturally ripped, we sprouted wings,
crashed parties on the moon, and howled at the earth

We lived off love, it was all we had to eat

when you split you took all the wisdom
and left me the worry

Wanda Coleman