The Brain - 1965 poster for Life by Kazumasa Nagai.
Civilized people must, I believe, satisfy the following criteria:
1) They respect human beings as individuals and are therefore always tolerant, gentle, courteous and amenable … They do not create scenes over a hammer or a mislaid eraser; they do not make you feel they are conferring some great benefit on you when they live with you, and they don’t make a scandal when they leave, saying ‘it’s impossible to live with you!’ They put up with noise and cold, overdone meat, jokes, and the presence of strangers in the house …
5) They don’t run themselves down in order to provoke the sympathy of others. They don’t play on other people’s heartstrings to be sighed over and cosseted. They don’t say: ‘No one understands me!’ or ‘I’ve wasted my talents on trivial doodlings! I’m a whore!’ because all that sort of thing is just cheap striving for effects, it’s vulgar, old hat and false …
You’ve got to get over your fucking vanity, you’re not a child any more … you’ll soon be thirty! Time to grow up!
I’m expecting you … We all are …
—Anton Chekhov, “27. To Nikolay Chekhov, March 1886, Moscow”, Chekhov: A Life in Letters, trans. R. Bartlett and A. Phillips, Penguin, 2004, pp. 59-60.
An unprecedented photographic feat: Sixteen photos excerpted from Swedish photojournalist Lennart Nilsson’s book, A Life Is Born, were published in the April 30, 1965, issue of LIFE. The images followed the human embryo through its various stages of development.
Pretty remarkable stuff — you can view the rest of the spreads here.
|—||Don DeLillo, Underworld (via doctorsax)|
Ever come across a photo on Facebook that causes your heart to just seize up with the thought of how life could have been so different were it not for a few seemingly small but ultimately fateful decisions?
marie calloway friended me after i had written a sexual fantasy ostensibly about her, which was less about her than an abstraction of a ‘young attractive woman on the internet’; i was impressed that she saw past our mutual complicit online farces, and could continue the narrative of artifice known as the internet via facebook. on her wall, she had linked the above link with commentary of my ‘hideousness,’ which stung a little, but i got over it.
to be honest, when she first friended me, however insane and unlikely, for a second, it flashed through my brain “wow, maybe i can come on her face, i know she’s into that.” the internet, and i’m being earnest here, is exactly that. a place for hideous dreams immune to the proof real life presents.
marie just unfriended me. part of me feels like she wanted me to read her wall, about me being hideous, and once she felt i did that, she unfriended me. kate zambreno, a feminist who hosts an irrational hatred of me due to not being able to perceive my misogyny ironically, was there to like it or something. marie’s boyfriend, a soft skinned man who looks like a cross between jimmy kimmel and bobby moynihan, commented critiquing the literary merit of the linked piece.
my misogyny is ironic because i don’t have the physical, political, or emotional power to hurt women. they have the power to hurt me, and have, and continue doing so. my sexual conquests are limited, and i’ve always been a gentleman to them, ever grateful and loving.
real life made me sad, so i went online to find a life there, and it too has made me sad, so i may go back to real life; or, i may simply keep trying to do both. keep trying to fuck people in both worlds. fuck them in terms of misguided love. fuck them in terms of hate.
Louis Malle, Le Feu Follet (1963)