Market & Jones, San Francisco
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One of the very first things I’d heard upon arrival in Berlin was a line from the 1920s feuilletonist Karl Scheffler: Berlin dazu verdammt; immerfort zu werden und niemals zu sein. Berlin is damned to become and never to be. I was such a seductive idea, that the city would never grow fusty or calcific and that, by proxy,youwould never become fusty or calcific. And if a place was always becoming, there was no time for belatedness, no great era you’d missed out on, no cost to frittering away your time doing this or that. But we were, I was, so easily seduced, I missed the part about damned.
Gideon Lewis-Kraus - A Sense of Direction: Pilgrimage for the Restless and the Hopeful
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i made this because i luv fat hairless kittehs in scarves
I love everything about this. Lauren, you’re the best.
The amount of dystopian science fiction I’ve been consuming, along with bummer news pieces about my generation’s economic struggles, led to a full blown panic attack on the 24 bus today. A lot of the time I really can’t handle thoughts about The Future and honestly, I don’t know that I really believe in it. I think The Future as a concept hasn’t solidified for me yet, and I can’t quite grasp that things won’t always be just like this. When I think of the future, it’s just blank. Nothing. The world can’t possibly keep going on in this manner. The end of the world must be coming soon.
I’ve reached some sort of self-awareness “singularity” allowing for almost total nonchalance.
Dark Novel, Federico Erra
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hope gangloff
At work, my May recommendations include Watchmen, Dune, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, Super Sad True Love Story, and The Handmaid’s Tale. It’s not entirely because I’m fucking terrified of the future and what it brings. How each we look to the future in art and literature seems to shift significantly with each generation. This is something I’m still turning over in my head as far as a well-formed argument. I keep hearing the word “prescient” attached to Super Sad True Love Story and I couldn’t agree more. We’re currently stuck in a time half-way between Brave New World and Super Sad. We keep ourselves overly satiated and distracted with pleasure, but not the pleasure of feelies and SOMAs, but the goddamn internet.
This antipathy towards the internet has been on my mind a lot lately, what with The Atlantic’s current cover story <http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2012/05/is-facebook-making-us-lonely/8930/> and this zine, Real Life (available here: http://www.etsy.com/transaction/79048756), brought to my attention thanks to Julia at http://alagarconniere.wordpress.com/. I’m trying to focus on person to person interaction, creating original work, not going on the internet as much, and my tumblr is pretty much on autopilot right now with a full queue. I’m working on finding more partners in real life crime. Let’s read books and draw and learn how to make things for ourselves. This is just a thought.
Just a thought.
brooks shane salzwedel
there is no reason to sleep
curled up and bent
it’s not comfortable.
it’s not good for you, and it
doesn’t protect you from danger
if you’re worried about an attack
you should stay awake
or sleep lightly with
limbs unfurled for actionjenny holzer
We lie on our backs
on the yacht
like burning corpses
My lisping tongue
is swollen from kissing
The sun won’t set for six months
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My refrain for the week: “Stars die all the time.” I have to attempt to pinpoint when I lost faith in myself. When I started automatically rejecting my gut instincts. When I stopped trusting myself, I stopped trusting others. I can’t yet unravel independence from solitude, but I’m taking steps.
Moa Mandu & Domenik Osen 1891-1970 (aka Erwin Dom Osen, Mime Van Osen), friends of Schiele … they look fun.
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