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foxesinbreeches: Three Views of Truffaut by Duane Michals, 1981 Also

foxesinbreeches:

Three Views of Truffaut by Duane Michals, 1981

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newwavecrashing: tomorrow

newwavecrashing:

tomorrow

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The 50 Watts tumblr: Question your teaspoons: an interview with Oulipian Daniel Levin Becker

writersnoonereads:

Daniel Levin Becker is the youngest member of the Oulipo, a writing group or secret society or “bunch of nerds” who employ constraints in the construction of elaborate—whether apparent or not—literary works. The Oulipo, an acronym for Ouvroir de…

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"Recently, the New Jersey State Supreme Court handed down a statement on memory, describing it as complex and often unreliable. The ruling went on to question the admissibility of eyewitness testimony. “Human memory is not like a video recording,” they said. And they’re right. It’s more like a set of still photos. I remember coming down through the Blue Ridge Mountains in a truck with its brakes on fire and dropping over Chester Gap in the middle of the night when it was still hot and the air was loud with the chirping of bugs. I remember sitting in the drizzle in a truck while the crime-scene tape was strung around a Dumpster. I remember driving around Ohio howling along with Bruce Springsteen and buzzed out of my brain on Diet Cokes and being sad that the ride ended because it was a safe one and I had almost been able to be myself for a second, but that second had passed. I remember a fuel island in the blue morning light and a driver with a white shirt that stood out like a flag, and taking the turn back east, then south, and a gray day just before a storm so pressurized my ears hurt. And I remember being in the woods off I-95. I only ran about a hundred yards before I turned and hid, because I didn’t know if I was being chased and needed to see. I crouched on netted twigs and breathed into my shirt to muffle the sound. The woods were blue in the gray light, which was either dusk or a coming storm. At the center of everything was my own breath. The birds went silent, and I didn’t know what it meant. I watched the truck idle on the side of the road until it finally pulled off."
— Vanessa Veselka, “The Truck Stop Killer” for GQ (via batarde)

(via batarde)

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lookuplookup:

matthewedwards:

buryitinhope:

sebadoh - not too amused 

what was that you just said? that didn’t make any sense to me. it’s not the way i see it, man. i’m almost tired of listening to you. why do you tie me up with words? the way your eye shifts makes me wanna go. black-jawed living room couch professor. when will you be through with me? i’d like to know. everywhere i go i feel it. but i won’t talk, i won’t get stuck with you. everyone’s so lonely, i dig it. but i’m afraid i can’t share this with you. so don’t make me your captive. i don’t feel like talking your shit. i nod my broken head. i’m not too amused with humans.

Perfect song is perfect. Seriously perfect.

UGGGHHHH MY HEART IT HURTS

Ditto! “black jawed living room couch professor / when will you be through with me?”

(Source: ratwhisker)

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snagamat: Georges Perec and Jay-Z At times he restricts himself formally, like the Oulipo, that experimental French literary group of the 1960s. In the song “22 Two’s,” from 1996, we get 22 delicious plays on the words “too” and “two.” Ten years later, the sequel, “44 Fours,” has the same conceit, stepped up a gear. “Like, you know, close the walls in a bit smaller.” Can he explain why? “I think the reason I still make music is because of the challenge.” — Zadie Smith, “The House That Hova Built”

snagamat:

Georges Perec and Jay-Z

At times he restricts himself formally, like the Oulipo, that experimental French literary group of the 1960s. In the song “22 Two’s,” from 1996, we get 22 delicious plays on the words “too” and “two.”

Ten years later, the sequel, “44 Fours,” has the same conceit, stepped up a gear. “Like, you know, close the walls in a bit smaller.” Can he explain why? “I think the reason I still make music is because of the challenge.”

— Zadie Smith, “The House That Hova Built”

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"One has to be careful what one takes when one goes away forever."
— Leonora Carrington, The Hearing Trumpet (via foxesinbreeches)

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feastingonroadkill:

A version I adore. Even more than the Kinks original.

The Raincoats: ‘Lola’

If I ever make that mythic Favorite Covers mix, this is track one. Love.

(via elidontlie)

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rebeccaartemisa: sweaterkid: Hausu (1977) wrap party look at dat cake! UM. DREAM PARTY. Dream party, dream cake!

rebeccaartemisa:

sweaterkid:

Hausu (1977) wrap party

look at dat cake!

UM. DREAM PARTY.

Dream party, dream cake!

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