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🏳️‍⚧️ Love, rising from the mists
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retail therapy
Paperback copies of Dictee by Theresa Hak Kyung Cha and Nostalgia by Mircea Cărtărescu
November 16, 2025 at 8:19 PM
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Physical copies of Thomas Merton’s The Seven Storey Mountain and Dennis Cooper’s The Sluts next to each other
November 14, 2025 at 7:13 PM
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"The love of our neighbour in all its fullness simply means being able to say to him: “What are you going through?” It is a recognition that the sufferer exists, not only as a unit in a collection, or a specimen from the social category labelled “unfortunate,” but as a man, exactly like us, who was one day stamped with a special mark by affliction. For this reason it is enough, but it is indispensable, to know how to look at him in a certain way. This way of looking is first of all attentive. The soul empties itself of all its own contents in order to receive into itself the being it is looking at, just as he is, in all his truth.” ― Simone Weil, Waiting for God
November 14, 2025 at 3:04 PM
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Nobodaddy’s Children by Arno Schmidt. Three novelettes set just before, during, and after an apocalypse in Nazi Germany. One of the strangest books I’ve ever read orthographically (random early page attached), but it feels like you know how to read a new language by the end.
November 12, 2025 at 1:15 PM
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determined to finally finish Miss MacIntosh, My Darling, and this was where I had left off. what a book!!
CHAPTER 62 Sometimes Mr. Spitzer wondered if he had ever really slept. Sometimes it seemed to him that the illusion of perfect sleep like the illusion of perfect death was the one illusion which was never possibleat least never for him. He had dreamed that he was oaring with his oar along a dark river which had suddenly turned into a river of fire, molten fire. He had dreamed that the fire had turned into a river of ice brilliant as five-pointed Arcturus. He had dreamed that he had heard the icebergs breaking and roaring along some distant river or estuary or channel as the seagulls upon the ice floes with their white wings folded like the shrouds of ghosts floated out to sea under the frozen nail-head stars nailing down the coffin lid of the sky-and there were old walruses upon the mirroring ice floes like ballroom foors under great chandeliers making tine music, old walruses sitting upon gilded chairs of the fin de siecle period, whichever century it was, and seals on distant ice floes wearing diamond necklaces with diamond crosses. But perhaps all these rivers were one great river of reality burning from light to darkness, darkness to light, water to freezing, ice to star, burning star in the frozen cloud above the ice pinnacles like another star.
November 5, 2025 at 12:03 AM
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cried at work so I bought some books
Three books: Jack the Modernist by Robert Glück, The Wax Child by Olga Ravn, and Perverts by Kay Gabriel
November 3, 2025 at 11:55 PM
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watched Cure last night for the first time
Yahoo Answers post that says “Aren’t you tired of being nice? Don’t you just want to go ape shitt”
November 1, 2025 at 3:27 PM
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a land of contrasts
Screenshot of two consecutive posts on Bluesky. The first is Cat Fitzpatrick saying "it is 1pm and today I have finished re-reading A/S/L and saved the life of a small bird #GoodDay." The second is by an art account named after Peter Paul Rubens, with the caption, "Alas, poor bird! It is #NationalCatDay as celebrated in 1939 by Pablo Picasso," sharing a Picasso painting of a cat ripping open a bird.
October 29, 2025 at 5:36 PM
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“dronken and in the salt flod sonkyn“ Grow Up. ridiculous language
OED definition for “drink” as a verb, obsolete, meaning to drown. The example text is “Hadde I than be dronken, And in the salt flod sonkyn.” From a text called Seven Sages.
October 26, 2025 at 4:20 PM
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I was always gonna die happy, but finally seeing Grizzly Bear is icing
October 19, 2025 at 4:09 PM
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I have a tattoo of The Big Duck's antipodean cousin, the Chicken Church, in Indonesia, which left an instant and permanent spiritual mark on me
Ground view of the Gereja Ayam. A stained white church with a massive facade of a crowned dove, exulting, twice the height of the rest of the church
October 13, 2025 at 3:59 PM
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Instagram ad that says “Warning: This is the first Tucking Jeans turly (sic) made for you.”
October 3, 2025 at 4:07 PM
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>:)
I am holding Shadow Ticket by Thomas Pynchon in my hand!
October 2, 2025 at 7:49 PM
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oh heyyy
Paperback copy of Gendertrash from Hell, edited by Mirha-Soleil Ross
October 1, 2025 at 3:59 PM
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at the Isamu Noguchi Museum with @saraburke.net
September 27, 2025 at 7:25 PM
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such a good book. what a shame Fran Ross only wrote the one!
Paperback copy of Oreo by Fran Ross
September 25, 2025 at 1:21 PM
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CLR James on Melville (in this page, on Ahab) is awfully familiar
He is the most dangerous and destructive social type that has ever appeared in Western Civilization. For generations people believed that the men opposed to rights of ownership, production for the market, domination of money, etc. were socialists, communists, radicals of some sort united by the fact that they all thought in terms of the reorganization of society by the workers, the great majority of the oppressed, the exploited, the disin-herited. Some there were, of course, who believed that the experi-ment, if made, was bound to result in tyranny. Nobody, not a single soul, thought that in the managers, the superintendents, the execu-tives, the administrators would arise such loathing and bitterness against the society of free enterprise, the market and democracy, that they would try to reorganize it to suit themselves and, if need be, destroy civilization in the process. There are a number of writers, chiefly German, who have shown that they more or less understand the type. But there is not one ruler, foreign minister, state department representative or member of parliament, who, despite all the preparations for war yesterday against Nazism and today against Soviet imperialism, shows the slightest sign that he understands the enemy against whom he is preparing. It is the unique and solitary greatness of Melville that he saw and understood the type to the last degree and the relation to it of all other social types. How he was able to do this a hundred years ago, we shall also show but the first point is to understand the totalitarian type itself. Ahab is no common man. He has a fine brain and has had some education. He is a man of splendid physique, great courage, and a
September 17, 2025 at 12:02 AM
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Got some Iron Age tattoos
Abstract The tattoos of the Pazyryk ice mummies are of paramount importance for the archaeology of Iron Age Siberia and are often discussed from a broad stylistic and symbolic perspective. However, deeper investigations into this cultural practice were hindered by the inaccessibility of quality data. Here, the authors use high-resolution, near-infrared data in conjunction with experimental evidence to reexamine the tools and techniques employed in Early Iron Age tattooing. The high-quality data allow for the previously unfeasible distinction of artist hands and enable us to put the individual back into the picture of a widespread but rarely preserved prehistoric practice. Digitized scans of tattoos from a mummified woman’s body. Two deer are being attacked by three tigers. The exaggerated horns play with negative space to make the figures blend together The same tattoo, reinterpreted and drawn on my own forearm!
September 15, 2025 at 11:16 PM
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if you’re a teeny tiny bird get your ass to St Johns Pl and 6th Ave right now
September 11, 2025 at 5:39 PM
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Excellent
Paperback copy of Prince of Grass, by Dan Wriggins
September 11, 2025 at 1:05 PM
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Editor: You get those illustrations for Pierre?
Maurice Sendak: Sure did boss, real fuckin sexy just like you asked.
Editor: what
Illustration of a man sitting on a bed. He is maybe wearing a blue tuxedo, but it’s also a onesie, and his dick and balls are extremely prominent. His bed sheets look like dripping cum. At the bottom of the page is the caption, “an unbidden, most miserable presentiment”
September 3, 2025 at 8:40 PM
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Current level of preoccupation with this book: I have purchased a revised 1995 edition with appropriately horny illustrations by Maurice Sendak (!!)
Hardcover of the Kraken Edition of Herman Melville’s Pierre. Green dust jacket, with an illustration by Maurice Sendak in the center, depicting a naked man and woman embracing First two page of the Pierre book. Facing the opening text is an illustration of a nude man with a red cloak. There is a kind of William Blake aesthetic going on.
September 3, 2025 at 8:32 PM
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200 pages later I’m still hung up on this
From Melville’s Pierre: “For surely a gentle sister is the second best gift to a man; and it is first in point of occurrence; for the wife comes after. He who is sisterless, is as a bachelor before his time. For much that goes to make up the deliciousness of a wife, already lies in the sister.”
September 1, 2025 at 3:15 PM
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A small sloop with furled sails sits on a river in late morning sun
August 29, 2025 at 5:25 PM
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just like Sephiroth!
2. (transitive) To cause (someone) to slide into bitter misanthropy, into Timonism. [quotations 4] • 1852, Herman Melville, Pierre: or, The Ambiguities, Harper & Brothers, page 3482: And it may well be believed, that after the wonderful vital world-revelation so suddenly made to Pierre at the Meadows—a revelation which, at moments, in some certain things, fairly Timonized him-he had not failed to clutch with peculiar nervous detestation and contempt that ample parcel, containing the letters of his Biographico and other silly correspondents, which, in a less ferocious hour, he had filed away as curiosities. • 1983, Michael L. Ross, "Lawrence's letters &", in Russell: the Journal of Bertrand Russell Studies, volume 3, number 1 (Summer 1983), page 58: Lawrence's progressive alienation from his countrymen and finally from humanity - as it were, the "Timonizing" process that overcame him - went hand in hand with his estrangement from Russell.
August 27, 2025 at 11:56 PM