I once saw an interview with Cat Power in which she discussed her decision to finally quit drinking, because she’d decided she wanted to be a good woman and live right by God. I always liked that. To be a good woman, and to live right by (your) God. It’s so simple.
April 02, 2012, 12:12am
Stunning Illustration
Creative drawings by artist and illustrator Marcos Chin.
“I draw because I enjoy simply moving the paint around on the page, and stylus on the tablet. I enjoy mixing colours and arranging them next to each other to create patterns. I enjoy making marks on the pages and allowing them to twist and turn into something figurative or abstract. I draw because I have things that I want to say that I might not be able to express through words, through actions. I draw because when I do, the world around me falls away. I draw because it makes me feel good.” -Marcos Chin
Check out more artworks by Marcos Chin here.
via: MAG.WE AND THE COLOR
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April 01, 2012, 4:00pm
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Love Can Really Kill Your Writing- Derrick Brown
that night i was writing about you
I wrote down that water slide architects
had been spying the smooth of your back,
mapping blue prints
from the finger trails adorning up your spineStealing your design
This is war.
in this life I can see through your body
enemies still sliced by the wit in your lipstickI screamed to you,
you are a sunday porch I can do nothing on
and feel like everything,
absolutely everything was still happening
March 31, 2012, 4:00pm
Diane Arbus Burlesque Dancer Blaze Starr, Baltimore, Maryland 1964
March 31, 2012, 8:00am
I gotta leave you baby, please don’t make me stay.
You sing that shit it’s like you’re digging your own
grave. You’re not seeking a cure, not sewing
up the seams or saying your Hail Marys. You don’t
even dream of getting into heaven. Heaven.
Dreamhouse. A garden party in the back yard starring
a cleaned up Mr. James in his uncomfortable tuxedo.
Fuck it. You dig until you die. You carve a hole
for your sadness and dance inside it, like a worm
in a jumping bean. Feel bad this morning. Feel
like I wanna cry. My lover’s hair was blue-black.
He presented the jewels to me in a blue velvet box.
Stars, he said, for the movie star. Tonight
my house roars with music. The noise ordinance
cops are on their way in their deep blue cars.
It’s deep. So deep, I whispered, biting down on his
ear lobe. I was a pit and he was falling.
My hands on his warm ass. My chest is a guitar hole
and I’m jacking up the music until the windows break.
Gargle with cognac, with
semen, with sweat. Me and Elmore, a couple
of ghosts leaning on each other.
Tomorrow we’ll paint the whole house blue.
Glue dimes on the walls to look like stars. I’m wearing
his hat, his tie. His slick shoes.
I’ve lost my baby, almost lost my mind.
March 30, 2012, 6:07pm
Sanja Iveković
Paper Women, 1976-66
Torn printed paper“In 1976 Iveković began to more violently alter advertisements in order to defamiliarize them, to turn them into an unsurprising antithesis of seductive high-fashion veneer. One such work is Paper Women, a series of magazine ads, featuring beautiful models, that have in some way been defaced—torn apart, cut into pieces, scratched, or perforated—so that each picture bears tactile evidence of the artist’s attack. Here Iveković uncovers the violence that lurks behind beauty’s polished surface by shattering the image itself.” - MoMA
March 29, 2012, 6:30pm
Sanja Iveković
Paper Women, 1976–77
Torn printed paper,
March 29, 2012, 6:26pm
Bangladesh, 2009 - Fishermen navigate thick, early morning fog as they journey toward Jhorgoch Haat, a market on Char Jhorgoch, in Chilmari, an ‘upazila’(sub-district) of the northern Kurigram District. Vendors travel several miles to the market, which is frequented by thousands of local villagers. The market is open two days each week, in the winter, when the Brahamaputra River’s water levels recede to expose the char. Such temporary markets, which change location as chars appear and disappear, are essential to the way of life for char inhabitants.
© UNICEF/NYHQ2009-2653/Shehzad Noorani
http://www.unicef.org/photography
March 29, 2012, 6:25pm
“There are some things about myself that I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail, the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared, I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.”
— Haruki Murakami, A Slow Boat To China (via funeral)
(Source: wildthicket)
March 29, 2012, 5:44pm
She drank from a bottle called DRINK ME
And up she grew so tall,
She ate from a plate called TASTE ME
And down she shrank so small.
And so she changed while other folks
Never tried nothin’ at all.
March 29, 2012, 5:39pm
