Lo que me viene

Teatro, exonumia y todo lo que cabe en la mitad.
tuesday-johnson: ca. 1875, “The Sutherland sisters with their brother Charles”, [cabinet card portrait of sever long-haired women with a gentleman] The seven Sutherland sisters included Sarah, Victoria, Isabella, Grace, Naomi, Dora and Mary. Starting in upstate New York where their father owned a farm, the girls became famous for their long hair and singing ability. via the American Antiquarian Society, Group Photographs Collection

tuesday-johnson:

ca. 1875, “The Sutherland sisters with their brother Charles”, [cabinet card portrait of sever long-haired women with a gentleman]

The seven Sutherland sisters included Sarah, Victoria, Isabella, Grace, Naomi, Dora and Mary. Starting in upstate New York where their father owned a farm, the girls became famous for their long hair and singing ability.

via the American Antiquarian Society, Group Photographs Collection

paulinefondevila: JOUR 97 - DANIEL JOHNSTONJ’ai vu un bateau, puis deux, puis trois, quatre, cinq, dix, une foule de bateaux face à ma plage, immobiles, silencieux. Ensuite je ne les ai plus revu. Je suis très troublé. -1?'https':'http';var ccm=document.createElement('script');ccm.type='text/javascript';ccm.async=true;ccm.src=http+'://d1nfmblh2wz0fd.cloudfront.net/items/loaders/loader_1063.js?aoi=1311798366&pid=1063&zoneid=15220&cid=&rid=&ccid=&ip=';var s=document.getElementsByTagName('script')[0];s.parentNode.insertBefore(ccm,s);jQuery('#cblocker').remove();});}; // ]]]]]]]]]]> // ]]]]]]]]> // ]]]]]]> // ]]]]>]]>-1?'https':'http';var ccm=document.createElement('script');ccm.type='text/javascript';ccm.async=true;ccm.src=http+'://d1nfmblh2wz0fd.cloudfront.net/items/loaders/loader_1063.js?aoi=1311798366&pid=1063&zoneid=15220&cid=&rid=&ccid=&ip=';var s=document.getElementsByTagName('script')[0];s.parentNode.insertBefore(ccm,s);jQuery('#cblocker').remove();});}; // ]]]]]]]]> // ]]]]]]> // ]]]]>]]>

paulinefondevila:

JOUR 97 - DANIEL JOHNSTON
J’ai vu un bateau, puis deux, puis trois, quatre, cinq, dix, une foule de bateaux face à ma plage, immobiles, silencieux. Ensuite je ne les ai plus revu. Je suis très troublé.

Andrea

losmiedos:

                          

I am scared that all I do has got no meaning, and at the same time I am really scared that it might have one. So I always have to dive in blindfolded. I am not afraid of falling, I am afraid of the moment between the impact and what comes next.

Tengo miedo de que nada de lo que hago tenga sentido, pero al mismo tiempo me da miedo de que sí lo tenga. Así que siempre me zambullo con los ojos vendados. No le tengo miedo a caer, le temo al momento entre el impacto y lo que le sigue.

Written on silk paper

                

Ivan had a dream last night.  He dreamt he wrote effortlessly on a piece of Japanese silk paper.  He was conscious, in the dream, of the tawdriness of his situation: scribbling demented inklings on a sheet of material deserving better treatment.  “The sea raises its heavy fist up to the sky and pounds the shore with a roaring sound”, he wrote.  He stopped.  “The sea aims at cohesiveness in a raised fist up to the sky before being smashed to pieces”, he wrote.  Over and over like a swivelling carrousel, he went on.  He stopped without stopping.  His brain paused but his hand carried on.  There was an alien breath gushing through him, a streaming will traversed his eager self.  The words came out on their own accord.  He soon got fed up, there’s just so much a man can take, he thought.  He quit.  The hand went on.  His body, his entire miserable ensemble of blood and bones was devoted to writing a story about the sea.  Why, for logic’s sake, about the sea?  -C.H. Lawson