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Patti Smith by Michael Ochs, 1975

you’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling…

Enough with bedrotting and also enough with living your life through the veil of Routines and Habits. What u need is to live ur life like it’s a bizarre 1969 avante grade art film documenting the life of an 18th century poet and musician through abstract visual-poetic representations

Afghanistan (Kabul), Sebastião Salgado, 1996.

Lene Lovich and Nina Hagen

headline from the nature briefing today / Map of the World, seperis

The sea knows: if it wanted to it could drown the world.

— ELMER DIKTONIUS ⚜️ Ice Around Our Lips: Finland-Swedish Poetry, transl. by David McDuff, (1989)

“A Day for Destroying Things” by Katy Batsel

Corona of the Egyptian Eclipse, 1882

source

Nam June Paik / Charlotte Moorman : TV Cello (1971)

Victoria Chang, from "Untitled #5, 1998", With My Back to the World

where does a body end? (1/?)

Swans - children of god Era

Pyotr Ouspensky, A New Model of the Universe

Earth at Night, Black Marble

Attila Ataner

Leptis Magna, Libya (1986)

7 years ago today: May 13th 2018 paper collage „Ich suche immer nur zweierlei Orte auf – die, an denen man sich traf, und die, an denen man sich möglichst nicht wieder begegnet“ („I always return only to two kinds of places – the ones where we met, and the ones where we hopefully won’t meet again“). The second of the „Montréal Tetralogie“, and its title more true than ever.

Nakagin Capsule Tower, Tokyo. Architect: Kisho Kurokawa. Demolished in 2022. Photo: Matthias Heiderich

"Absolutely no one comes to save us but us."

Ismatu Gwendolyn, "you've been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress)", from Threadings, on Substack [ID'd]

Benjamin Sack — Suburbs of Utopia (pen, ink, on woven paper, 2012)

the scariest thing about the generative AI thing is how quickly people have accepted it as an indefinite, irrevocable part of their reality. people have genuinely convinced themselves that ChatGPT is the only solution to most tasks - tasks they did with their own brain without any large effort two years ago. like you know damn well all of us used to write emails ourselves why are we pretending like this is an impossible task to do with your own two hands. what's with the fucking. AI revisionism. i feel like i am going insane.

academic dishonesty is not something you can spin as moral lol i do not want to share a career field let alone a social sphere with a bunch of chatgpt using ass bitches

running on a different operating system

to brush most people's probing aside

is effortless, deflecting blows so they never see you - I've had to catch myself noticing people in weak moments. they make you feel like some unfathomable pillar

created by something ancient or alien, or maybe just yourself.

I despise the predatory element,

a weakness seen

that could blend in better -

now it’s something kind,

learning what makes people tick. I wonder if other people like me exist

building fortresses of knowledge

no one suspects we possess -

I catch myself studying people,

watching from outside the circle

of normal human interaction.

it’s not malicious,

just different -

a compulsion maybe, or just curiosity distilled into methodical observation.

it started as survival,

now I notice the pause before a practiced lie,

the subtle shift in posture when someone feels threatened -

all these blaring, bright neon signs I used to try to mimic.

sometimes I wonder if they can tell

I’m building libraries of their expressions,

cataloging their reactions

and how they signal belonging - it’s exhausting work.

sometimes I catch someone watching me,

an eye-meet, wonder-if they’re like me moment, or if they just sense something off

and wrong -

we were constellations once,

maybe now there’s just a slight delay

in recognition,

while I wonder if they’re like me

collecting a moment for too long.

I can change! / digital collage

[all images sourced from wikipedia commons]

note: i will be posting my collage to a new account: flowerhoundart!

Side-by-side pictures in my photo app. Blixa Somewhere around 10 years apart in age. 1978-1988 ish.

diagram of the lunar cycle from a children's book on calendars, necia h. apfel, 1985.

I want to write poems on my bedroom walls

Laurent Grasso (French, 1972) - Studies Into the Past (2024)