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"Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened."

Thomas Hardy
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Chill out, Blake.

Chill out, Blake.

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skylightbooks:


James Baldwin’s 1963 documentary Take This Hammer, in which he explores the African American experience in San Francisco, California. Many of the more radical statements made by members the community were cut from the film so that it would be able to pass censors and make broadcast. Fifty-three years later and we still have so far to go to change so much the better.

#5 encapsulates a lot of Baldwin’s essays and letters pretty succinctly.

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70sscifiart:
“ Fred Freeman
”
Future toilets are bad.

70sscifiart:

Fred Freeman

Future toilets are bad.

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Peter Mattheissen out here using the space bar one single tiny extra time to make you notice the Deep Onomatopoeia in your language.

Peter Mattheissen out here using the space bar one single tiny extra time to make you notice the Deep Onomatopoeia in your language.

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Hot.

Hot.

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When I was a kid I thought Shel just had an insane pillow beard and I was impressed.

When I was a kid I thought Shel just had an insane pillow beard and I was impressed.

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I am far from trying to pervert your hopes: life will take care of that

spoliamag:

I had always supposed, dear friend, that loving your province as you do, you were resolved upon the practice, there, of detachment, scorn, silence. Imagine, then, my surprise on hearing you say you were preparing a book about it! Instantaneously, I saw looming up within you a future monster: the author you will become. “Another one lost,” I thought. Modestly, you refrained from asking the reasons for my disappointment; and I should have been incapable of giving them viva voce. “Another one lost, another one ruined by his talent,” I kept murmuring to myself.

Penetrating the literary inferno, you will come to learn its artifices and its arsenic; shielded from the immediate, that caricature of yourself, you will no longer have any but formal experiences, indirect experiences; you will vanish into the Word. Books will be the sole object of your discussions. As for literary people, you will derive no benefit from them. But you will find this out too late, after having wasted your best years in a milieu without density or substance. The literary man? An indiscreet man, who devalues his miseries, divulges them, tells them like so many beads: immodesty – the side-show of second-thoughts – is his rule; he offers himself. Every form of talent involves a certain shamelessness.

from Emil Cioran’s “Some Blind Alleys: A Letter,” which I am now going to send to every friend when they tell me they are publishing a new book.

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Who wants to be my date on Monday?

Who wants to be my date on Monday?

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jasenlex:
“ISOLATED COMIC BOOK PANEL #1312
title: SECRET ROMANCE #3 - P27:5
artist: UNKNOWN
year: 1969
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jasenlex:

ISOLATED COMIC BOOK PANEL #1312
title: SECRET ROMANCE #3 - P27:5
artist: UNKNOWN
year: 1969

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Same same.

Same same.

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