Bergman och Fårö
is fallible, prone to error, liable to be self-deluding;
is as fickle as intransigent;
is creaturely, full of fear, need, and malice;
is beautiful, an infinity of inimitably rendered selfhood and moral heroism.
Mentally ill people spend years and decades reflecting on these facts, living them.
I don’t want a big house and a big office and a big car. I just want nice times with loved ones. That’s all there is.
Sven Jonson (Swedish, 1902-1981), Blå skymning [Blue dusk], 1954. Oil on canvas, 24 x 33 cm.
oh I love!
Emoji-nation. part 2.
by Nastya Ptichek.
Dedicated to Edward Hopper.
Check out part 1 here
|—||Anne Carson, “TV Men: The Sleeper” (via differenceetrepetition)|
"But I wanted a pony!"
The first time someone I loved told me he loved me, I was so elated my very skin could have flown off, and the walls off the dingy little basement bar we were in, and the leaves off the trees, and everything off of everything, because in those words I recognized total mutuality and thus total union and therefore the end of the need for skins or walls or trappings or containments of any kind. Barthes writes about the lover’s capacity for s’abimation, or engulfment, the “outburst of annihilation” that overtakes your spirit when great love or desire is fulfilled. That first I love you was s’abimation.
|—||Simone de Beauvoir, letter to Nelson Algren (via memorydesire)|
Jaime Hernandez, The Love Bunglers. I feel like this spread is a motherfucker even if you don’t know the scenes it’s referencing, if you didn’t read the stories where they originally appeared. This is what it’s like to live with someone, or even just to live. Give it a stare until it hits you.
These two pages came out last year in an issue of Love and Rockets. They are incidences of Maggie and Ray seeing each other over their lives in chronological order. Like the first panel on the left side is Maggie, and then the first panel on the right side is Ray looking back at that moment.
Each of these moments happened in earlier issues of Love and Rockets, dating back to around 1986.
Reading it, I was stunned to realize how many years I’ve been reading this book. Each of those panels brought me back to where I was when I had originally seen the panel (my dad’s living room during high school, my dorm room at UConn, being one of give roommates in Boston in 1994, moving to NYC, starting improv, etc etc).
How many works of art even have the chance to pull off such a gut punch like this? It is an impossible investment of time —- and yet there are many many people who felt it. THese two pages are two of the coolest pages I have ever —- COULD ever —- see in a comic.
I think the closest thing to this I’ve even heard of is the ending montage of Six Feet Under where you see the deaths of the characters you had spent hours and years immersed with.
Not to mention how great the drawing is. Peanuts, Dennis the Menace, Archie, Steve Ditko — they are all in there.
I love them all —- I think my favorite is the second row, third panel where Maggie is sitting on the floor and Ray is leaning against boxes. In the original story they have the song “Valentine” by the Replacements playing (“If you were a pill, I’d take a handful at my will”). It’s the moment right before they kiss each other for the first time. That story came out in 1987 and blew me away with how much cooler it was than anything else out.
It is astounding!