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dailyartspace: Split Cities by Jamila Hodges #ARTIST SHOWCASE

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 23:13:07 -0400

dailyartspace:

Split Cities by Jamila Hodges

#ARTIST SHOWCASE

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Tue, 26 Mar 2013 00:47:23 -0400

anamorfosis: Running away from this planet.

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 15:50:28 -0400

anamorfosis:

Running away from this planet.

"The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it...."

Fri, 14 Dec 2012 12:18:27 -0500

“The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. You can change the way people live their lives. That’s the only lasting thing you can create.”

- Chuck Palahniuk (via justkugey)

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Thu, 22 Nov 2012 15:32:22 -0500

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Thu, 22 Nov 2012 15:32:17 -0500

inevitable-event: In Urban Sense by Miki Takahashi

Thu, 22 Nov 2012 15:32:11 -0500

inevitable-event:

In Urban Sense by Miki Takahashi

menilmontant: Hussein Chalayan

Thu, 22 Nov 2012 15:31:57 -0500

menilmontant:

Hussein Chalayan

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Thu, 22 Nov 2012 15:31:50 -0500

Alone With Everybody, Charles Bukowski, August 16th 1920 - March 9th, 1994

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 15:46:50 -0400

israel-drunk:

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there’s no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.

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Thu, 16 Aug 2012 15:44:17 -0400

yanzhitui: For Charles Bukowski’s Birthday

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 15:42:03 -0400

yanzhitui:

For Charles Bukowski’s Birthday

Feliz cumpleaños donde quiera que estés Bukowski.

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 15:39:28 -0400

Feliz cumpleaños donde quiera que estés Bukowski.

pillywiggen: Happy Birthday Charles Bukowski forget it now, listen,...

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 15:38:39 -0400

pillywiggen:

Happy Birthday Charles Bukowski

forget it

now, listen, when I die I don’t want any crying, just get the
disposal under way, I’ve had a full some life, and
if anybody has had an edge, I’ve
had it, I’ve lived 7 or 8 lives in one, enough for
anybody.
we are all, finally, the same, so no speeches, please,
unless you want to say he played the horses and was very
good at that.

you’re next and I already know something you don’t,
maybe

heathpollock: sun coming down by Bukowski. r.i.p. my friend.

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 15:37:56 -0400

heathpollock:

sun coming down by Bukowski. r.i.p. my friend.

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Sun, 29 Jul 2012 03:35:05 -0400

nazic: Piotr Rosiński

Sun, 29 Jul 2012 03:32:50 -0400

nazic:

Piotr Rosiński

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Sun, 29 Jul 2012 03:31:33 -0400

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Sun, 29 Jul 2012 03:30:52 -0400

"Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without..."

Sun, 29 Jul 2012 03:30:22 -0400

“Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.”

- Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via animadvertistine)