itsou:

 

Even samurai need smoke breaks.

itsou:

 

Even samurai need smoke breaks.

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an insight predating the Stanford Marshmallow Experiment. otherwise, yes, guilty as charged. 

an insight predating the Stanford Marshmallow Experimentotherwise, yes, guilty as charged. 

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float away

float away

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announcing a god’s demise

As for the death among such beings, I have heard the words of a man who was not a fool nor an impostor.The father of Aemilianus the orator, to whom some of you have listened, was Epitherses, who lived in our town and was my teacher in grammar.

He said that once upon a time, in making a voyage to Italy, he embarked on a ship carrying freight and many passengers. It was already evening when, near the Echinades Islands, the wind dropped, and the ship drifted near Paxi. Almost everybody was awake, and a good many had not finished their after-dinner wine. Suddenly from the island of Paxi was heard the voice of someone loudly calling Thamus, so that all were amazed. Thamus was an Egyptian pilot, not known by name even to many on board. Twice he was called and made no reply, but the third time he answered; and the caller, raising his voice, said, ‘When you come opposite to Palodes, announce that Great Pan is dead.’

On hearing this, all, said Epitherses, were astonished and reasoned among themselves whether it was better to carry out the order or to refuse to meddle and let the matter go. Under the circumstances Thamus made up his mind that if there should be a breeze, he would sail past and keep quiet, but with no wind and a smooth sea about the place, he would announce what he had heard. So, when he came opposite Palodes, and there was neither wind nor wave, Thamus, from the stern, looking toward the land, said the words as he had heard them: ‘Great Pan is dead.’ Even before he had finished, there was a great cry of lamentation, not of one person, but of many, mingled with exclamations of amazement.

As many persons were on the vessel, the story was soon spread abroad in Rome, and Thamus was sent for by Tiberius Caesar. Tiberius became so convinced of the truth of the story that he caused an inquiry and investigation to be made about Pan; and the scholars, who were numerous at his court, conjectured that he was the son born of Hermes and Penelope

Plutarch, The Obsolescence of Oracles

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a fragile strength
“The circus is back at the empty lot.” Helen Groumas

a fragile strength

“The circus is back at the empty lot.” Helen Groumas

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Duane Michals

Duane Michals

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koukoulart:

And you’re just like a fucking ghostie
You trouble me when I try to sleep
The sombre way
You held your face

And we can never erase
All the stupid things we say

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Mikola Gnisyuk, People in Trees (The Rooks Have Arrived), 1964

Mikola Gnisyuk, People in Trees (The Rooks Have Arrived), 1964

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fantomas-en-cavale:

Conrad Veidt par Edward Steichen, 1929

fantomas-en-cavale:

Conrad Veidt par Edward Steichen, 1929

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madebyabvh:

Animated Duane Michals
photography by Duane Michals, Things Are Queer, 1973

madebyabvh:

Animated Duane Michals


photography by Duane Michals, Things Are Queer, 1973

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Cities of no light, as imagined by Thierry Cohen. 

Cities of no light, as imagined by Thierry Cohen. 

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The dead flag blues, an elegy to the end of the world by Godspeed You Black Emperor 

The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a dark wind blows 

The government is corrupt
And we’re on so many drugs
With the radio on and the curtains drawn 

We’re trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
And the machine is bleeding to death 

The sun has fallen down
And the billboards are all leering
And the flags are all dead at the top of their poles 

It went like this: 

The buildings tumbled in on themselves
Mothers clutching babies 
Picked through the rubble
And pulled out their hair 

The skyline was beautiful on fire
All twisted metal stretching upwards
Everything washed in a thin orange haze 

I said, “Kiss me, you’re beautiful -
These are truly the last days” 

You grabbed my hand 
And we fell into it
Like a daydream 
Or a fever 

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down
For sure it’s the valley of death 

I open up my wallet
And it’s full of blood

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Gnossienne No 1, Satie 
(performed by Uakti, images from Limite)

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