Anna Akhmatova, tr. by Lenore Mayhew and William Mcnaughton, from Poem Without A Hero and Selected Poems; “The Sentence”
Friedrich Albin Koko-Micoletzky (1887 - 1881) - Winter Landscape. Oil on canvas.
i wish it was still valid to just tell people you're "retiring for the evening"
company over at your house but someone else who lives with you invited them? gracefully exit by announcing that you're retiring for the evening. tired at a party? about time to retire for the evening. someone asks if you want to do something at night? "oh no thanks, i'm just about to retire for the evening." bring it back please, i need a cool and efficient way to say that i'm tired and want to exit a social situation
Léon Tutundjian (Armenian/French, 1906-1968), Sans titre, c.1950. Oil on panel, 46.5 x 65.5 cm.
*simultaneously consuming five forms of media to prevent the chance of a thought occurring*
“I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to me to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.”
— Fernando Pessoa (via antigonies)
Neil Krug
Phantom stage 1
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SUBLIME CINEMA #567 - ATLANTICS
I stopped giving Netflix my money ages ago so I’m having to wait till I’m with friends or find other ways to see the few movies I do like on there - Power of the Dog most recently, and this hypnotizing Senegalese film from Mati Diop, a French/Senegalese director I had never heard of, but I am glad to have encountered her now.
I love the motif of the returns to the vaporous ocean. And Senegal I have not seen enough of in films.
“but strange and marvelous as she was, a wisp of silk in a forest of black wool, she was not the fragile creature one would have her seem.”
you’re going to love again, find a job again, create art again, do what you love again, feel powerful again. you’re going to be back on track. i don’t know when, but you are going to feel like yourself again, eventually. this isn’t the end. hang in there.
Nomitkon, Tajikistan — I’d never seen a bread eating cat before. But this cat loved bread. He would practically sit down at the table and wait to be served. The owners would throw him a few pieces and then throw him out of the house, but he would soon sneak back in and continue looking longingly at the loaves.
Sami Uçan (Turkish, b. 1983, Konya, Turkey, based Istanbul, Turkey) - Photography
find myself listening to music i loved years ago and i realize i still am her
