Some Gods

You are a lot like World War I
In that most Americans
Don’t understand you

Or why you’re such a big deal
Or where your boundaries are
Or who shot first
I could say we all got born in jail but come on
History isn’t that small
And this is not a metaphor, it’s a joke
A joke made of corncob and ash twigs
A joke made of metaphors, okay and life
Is more beautiful here under the guns

You and me
Dragging silver strings of time behind
Taking flattering selfies in trenches
Making duck lips in the blood gutters
You had to know it like I know it, this mad light:
burnt, decayed, greening
swaying like a drunk in this unsteady century
You never thought you would die
I never thought I would get arm fat
Yet here we are

Of course we’re both dying
You’re just farther along the spectrum than me
You’ve been hanging out with ghosts for years
I’m just howling at the moon most nights
I’d explain how the moon stands for dying
But yet another extended metaphor
Would be a stake in the heart of this poem
Which let’s be honest, was fairly stillborn anyway
Like all pointless elegies
But before we turn your death into a joke
Made of amusements
Made of tiny truisms or clusters of our own atoms
(And sure, I’d tell a joke for the sake of a poem, but)

Tonight I want to be swept back to when you were
Small and you listened, little pitchers
have big ears for English musicals
You had that terrible thing so memorized, so earnestly
Up on the barricades with chairs and carpets
Revolutionary weather
After bullets and under the deluge you swam, so fast
The air in Harlem was full of French sorrow
Which is sweet and sad and only a joke
In the way that all life
Is a punch line
and every poem
has to have a moon.

spudd64:

THE WEIRD: The King in Yellow
11 inches by 14 inches
acrylic paint and ink on watercolor paper
July 21, 2014
(I don’t often do this kind of thing, but after watching the entirety of the decent but massively hyped True Detective on DVD, I was reminded of how much I love “weird” literature. That inspired me to do this drawing of the King in Yellow, touching on many things from the original cover to the Robert. W. Chambers book to Harry Clarke.)

spudd64:

THE WEIRD: The King in Yellow

11 inches by 14 inches

acrylic paint and ink on watercolor paper

July 21, 2014

(I don’t often do this kind of thing, but after watching the entirety of the decent but massively hyped True Detective on DVD, I was reminded of how much I love “weird” literature. That inspired me to do this drawing of the King in Yellow, touching on many things from the original cover to the Robert. W. Chambers book to Harry Clarke.)

popchartlab:

Just in time for Batman’s 75th anniversary, our fearsome taxonomy of Gotham’s colorful combatants returns! Categorizes by name everyone from big-time baddies like the Joker and Mr. Freeze to lesser-known lawbreakers like Batzarro and…Larry the Judge?
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popchartlab:

Just in time for Batman’s 75th anniversary, our fearsome taxonomy of Gotham’s colorful combatants returns! Categorizes by name everyone from big-time baddies like the Joker and Mr. Freeze to lesser-known lawbreakers like Batzarro and…Larry the Judge?

20% off for the next 24 hours!

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Seeing as today is Hemingway’s birthday, and we’re a week away from the 100th anniversary of the start of the First World War, here’s a look at how he and other authors involved in the fighting saw The Great War and its aftermath.

Ernest Hemingway and Other Novelists on Their World War I Experiences

flavorpill:

Seeing as today is Hemingway’s birthday, and we’re a week away from the 100th anniversary of the start of the First World War, here’s a look at how he and other authors involved in the fighting saw The Great War and its aftermath.

Ernest Hemingway and Other Novelists on Their World War I Experiences

newyorker:

Mark Dorf is a Brooklyn-based artist who is interested in how we define and quantify our surroundings through math and science. Take a look at his photographs: http://nyr.kr/1k0hHr4

(Source: newyorker.com)

womensweardaily:

Kenzo Channels David Lynch for 
Fall Campaign
Courtesy Photo
Kenzo was inspired by the universe of David Lynch, who designed the set for the label’s fall collection, for the advertising images for its fall collection, which features models Guinevere Van Seenus and Robert McKinnon in a series of cinematic and unsettling environments.  For More

womensweardaily:

Kenzo Channels David Lynch for

Fall Campaign

Courtesy Photo

Kenzo was inspired by the universe of David Lynch, who designed the set for the label’s fall collection, for the advertising images for its fall collection, which features models Guinevere Van Seenus and Robert McKinnon in a series of cinematic and unsettling environments.  For More

"The images…are based on a serious study the artist has made to the Victorian era. It’s a project that connects social, ecological and cultural aspects of the Victorian-era, including photography, photo albums, cartes-de-viste, collecting, aviaries, taxidermy and more." The amazing faux-Victorian photos of Sara Angelucci, part of her Aviary project.

"The images…are based on a serious study the artist has made to the Victorian era. It’s a project that connects social, ecological and cultural aspects of the Victorian-era, including photography, photo albums, cartes-de-viste, collecting, aviaries, taxidermy and more." The amazing faux-Victorian photos of Sara Angelucci, part of her Aviary project.

(Source: designobserver.com)

These are amazing - vintage illustrations from The Hobbit editions. I think the Czech version might be my favorite.

These are amazing - vintage illustrations from The Hobbit editions. I think the Czech version might be my favorite.

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From Danniel Schoonbeek’s “C’est La Guerre” - heard this fantastic poet at Big Lucks Three Tents reading series this weekend - was totally blown away.

(Source: poets.org)

If I see one more shred of pink rust come peeling off the face of this warehouse tonight.

With my bouquet of railroad ties that I plucked from the Union Pacific who’ll witness me.

When I’ve found the man who named the road on which you grew up and defaced him.

And wearing his father’s crushed suit and his cufflinks I fire your name in his furrows.

When I’ve poured his mother a whiskey and coffee and beer-back I’ll learn her our myth.

We come from low country with deer ticks in our blood is that what they’re selling.

Old and new book smell (I prefer new, allergies, you know?) decoded!

Old and new book smell (I prefer new, allergies, you know?) decoded!

(Source: compoundchem.com)