the child grows enormous but never grows up
gogoray:

The Brain - 1965 poster for Life by Kazumasa Nagai.

gogoray:

The Brain - 1965 poster for Life by Kazumasa Nagai.

visuallycurious:

Geoffrey Farmer

Leaves of Grass, 2012 

Installation view at Neue Galerie Kassel, at dOCUMENTA (13)


I am floored by the ambition and scope of this work! Wow.

The scale of the work relative to the viewers’ bodies; the shifts in scale within the entire collage, creating disorienting juxtapositions and so many mini narratives or associations within the whole.

Working with an archive of Life Magazines, spanning the years 1935 to 1985.  Perhaps 16000 collages elements, suspended in space through a network of “grasses.”

There’s a great interview with the artist, here.


Chekhov to his wayward brother: “The fact of the matter is that there are certain rules in life”

msodradek:

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.

life:

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.

life:

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.

Some people fake their deaths, I’m faking my life.
Don DeLillo, Underworld (via doctorsax)
stryker:

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?

stryker:

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?

larry david

jimmychenchen:

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.

depressionparty:


Louis Malle, Le Feu Follet (1963)

depressionparty:

Louis Malle, Le Feu Follet (1963)

Repeating is the whole of living and by repeating comes understanding, and understanding is to some the most important part of living.
Gertrude Stein, The Making of Americans
The need to speak, even if one has nothing to say, becomes more pressing when one has nothing to say, just as the will to live becomes more urgent when life has lost its meaning.
Baudrillard (via thecryingbench)
To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
Oscar Wilde
I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
F. Scott Fitzgerald