The Labyrinthine

May 30, 2010

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I want these so badly…

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Strapped for cash in the mid-1950s, Kurt Vonnegut took a job at Sports Illustrated, though he “didn’t care or know squat about sports.”

They asked him to write a piece about a racehorse that had jumped the fence at the local track.

He fed a page into his typewriter, stared at it for several hours, typed “The horse jumped over the fucking fence” and left.

May 29, 2010

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May 22, 2010

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Plastic Bag

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Migratory Cotton Picker, Eloy, Arizona. Dorothea Lange (American, 1895-1965)

“Dorothea Lange is most widely known for a single photograph, Migrant Mother. That portrait of a troubled farmer surrounded by her three children is an iconic image that represents the tragedy of the Great Depression. She made the picture while working for President Roosevelt’s Resettlement Administration (later the Farm Security Administration). Lange was the first of eleven photographers to join the RA, a New Deal agency whose purpose was to document the plight of the rural poor and the government’s efforts to assist needy farmers.
Lange was drawn to hands and feet as subjects that were both specific to an individual and representative of larger themes of human suffering and endurance

I found this while roaming through the MET yesterday, and I think I  found it particularly because of the hands.

May 19, 2010

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X: Sometimes all I want to be is alone, so I could miss you.  But you always let me know that is completely acceptable, and the whole purpose is defeated somehow. You know?

Y: *shakes head*

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