Tuesday, July 22, 2014
On the night you left
we had a dream about wolves again

They bit into the tires of cars
drug flowers through the streets
while we watched from our kitchens

Our knives vibrated in drawers

We couldn’t decide whether the dream
was good or bad
Dalton Day, “Battlefield,” published in Radius (via bostonpoetryslam)
onehundreddollars:

Tiny plastic giraffe in a row of potted plants, I know how you feel.

onehundreddollars:

Tiny plastic giraffe in a row of potted plants, I know how you feel.

Monday, July 21, 2014
softerworld:

A Softer World: 1127
(it’s the little things that keep us going. like violence)
buy this print

softerworld:

A Softer World: 1127

(it’s the little things that keep us going. like violence)

buy this print

omniscient-being:

objectoccult:

Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays. With the help of a special device, banned bootlegged jazz and rock ‘n’ roll records were “pressed” on thick radiographs salvaged from hospital waste bins and then cut into discs of 23-25 centimeters in diameter. “They would cut the X-ray into a crude circle with manicure scissors and use a cigarette to burn a hole,” says author Anya von Bremzen. “You’d have Elvis on the lungs, Duke Ellington on Aunt Masha’s brain scan — forbidden Western music captured on the interiors of Soviet citizens.”

THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME

omniscient-being:

objectoccult:

Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays. With the help of a special device, banned bootlegged jazz and rock ‘n’ roll records were “pressed” on thick radiographs salvaged from hospital waste bins and then cut into discs of 23-25 centimeters in diameter. “They would cut the X-ray into a crude circle with manicure scissors and use a cigarette to burn a hole,” says author Anya von Bremzen. “You’d have Elvis on the lungs, Duke Ellington on Aunt Masha’s brain scan — forbidden Western music captured on the interiors of Soviet citizens.”

THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME

deansass:

deansass:

All the marvel art I did for the Draw Yourself Challenge so far! I thought I’d put them in one post c:

To clarify the art:

  • I am a muslim girl who wears the hijab and prefers to wear long/loose things that go below the butt

Individual posts: Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Hawkeye, Thor, Loki

Reblogging again because i just added Stark and Banner~

spiralingink:

I never knew that swans
lived down by the docks,
or that I might find pearls
if I looked in the sky.
I’ve been traveling through hills
that were mountains once;
and maybe again if they tried.
This day dawned purple,
with a sky made of glass.
Tomorrow could be a galaxy
shade of blue, if I try.

Sunday, July 20, 2014
spaceexp:

The sun, as seen from each of the planets

spaceexp:

The sun, as seen from each of the planets

Saturday, July 19, 2014
Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them. Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices  (via gllob)

(Source: volumexii)

doubleleaf:

(Source: johnnythehorse)