StandingAtTheFence

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Doesn’t love mean just that, this growing into the other like plants intertwining their roots, this interchange of soul and feelings. Not an abyss then, but a new world. Not a madness but a deep truth.

Anais Nin, ‘The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 2′ (via heartshop)

nobrashfestivity:

JR Goodwin, Cloud, Oil on canvas

Claudia Andujar | Untitled, Perigara, State of Mato Grosso, Bororo Boe series, 1964.

Listen to the sound through one another’s skin. Preserve the sound through membrane and water, to find our form in corresponding.

excerpt of Hand up to your ear

From Little Edges by Fred Moten

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Nobody, more than I, desired harmony, abandon, a definitive balance, but I’ve always had to reach across the most rigid paths, disorders, struggles.

Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1951-1959 (Ivan R. Dee Publisher, 2008; first published 1989)

Chester Higgins Jr. | The Artist’s Great-Aunt Shugg Lampley, New Brockton, Alabama, 1968

domericbolton:

arterialtrees:

Carolyn Gage, The Second Coming of Joan of Arc (1987). 

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Remembering the Howard University Librarian Who Decolonized the Way Books Were Catalogued

m-l-rio:

“Boredom is different nowadays. It’s about super-saturation, distraction, restlessness. I am often bored but it’s not for lack of options: a thousand TV channels, the bounty of Netflix, countless net radio stations, innumerable unlistened-to albums, unwatched DVDs and unread books, the maze-like archive of YouTube. Today’s boredom is not hungry, a response to deprivation; it is a loss of cultural appetite, in response to the surfeit of claims on your attention and time.”

— Simon Reynolds, Retromania: Pop Culture’s Addiction to Its Own Past

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honeyandelixir:

A place is not only a geographical area; it’s also a state of mind.

And trees are not just trees, they are the ribs of childhood.

Mahmoud Darwish

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