fette:

Chris Marker, An owl is an owl is an owl, 1990, from Petit BestiaireVia. More on the four other films in the series.

There’s a German word for it, of course: Sehnsucht, which translates as “addictive yearning.” This is, I think, what these sites evoke: the feeling of being addicted to longing for something; specifically being addicted to the feeling that something is missing or incomplete. The point is not the thing that is being longed for, but the feeling of longing for the thing.

Carina Chocano, Pinterest, Tumblr and the Trouble With ‘Curation’, for the NYT Magazine, July 2012. Via.

RIP Chris Marker




Amos Vogel, Film as Subversive Art, 1974
Image from Dusan Makavejev’s WR: Mysteries of the Organism, 1971 
(via nosex)

Amos Vogel, Film as Subversive Art, 1974

Image from Dusan Makavejev’s WR: Mysteries of the Organism, 1971 

(via nosex)




“Tonight I think
no poetry
will serve”
— 

Adrienne Rich, from “Tonight No Poetry Will Serve

(via proustitute)




1. The freedom of the wholly mad
to smear & play with her madness
write with her fingers dipped in it
the length of a room


which is not, of course, the freedom
you have, walking on Broadway
to stop & turn back or go on
10 blocks; 20 blocks


but feels enviable maybe
to the compromise


curled in the placenta of the real
which was to feed & which is strangling her…


4. White light splits the room.
Table. Window. Lampshade. You.


My hands, sticky in a new way.
Menstrual blood
seeming to leak from your side


Will the judges try to tell me
which was the blood of whom?


5. Madness. Suicide. Madness.
Is there no way out but these?
The enemy, always just out of sight
snowshoeing the next forest, shrouded
in a snowy blur, abominable snowman
—and at once the most destructive
and the most elusive being
gunning down the babies at My Lai
vanishing in the face of confrontation.


The prince of air and darkness
computing body counts, masturbating
in the factory
of facts.


6. Fantasies of murder: not enough:
to kill is to cut off from pain
but the killer goes on hurting


Not enough. When I dream of meeting
the enemy, this is my dream:


white acetylene
ripples from my body
effortlessly released
perfectly trained
on the true enemy


raking his body down to the thread
of existence
burning away his lie
leaving him in a new
world; a changed
man

— 

from “The Phenomenology of Anger” by Adrienne Rich, 1972

(via throwherinthewater)




carabosse:

thedoppelganger:

R.I.P. Dennis Hopper, you were magnificent. 

D:

carabosse:

thedoppelganger:

R.I.P. Dennis Hopper, you were magnificent. 

D:




carabosse:

garconniere:

sexydeadguys:

See you later

rip dennis hopper. you were one inspirational person.


May the Great Beyond be filled with oxygen masks and psychedelics and motorbikes.

carabosse:

garconniere:

sexydeadguys:

See you later

rip dennis hopper. you were one inspirational person.

May the Great Beyond be filled with oxygen masks and psychedelics and motorbikes.