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vogue:

From the Archives: Punk in Vogue

Photographed by Irving Penn, December 2004

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Posted 11 months ago

efedra:

The Sleeping Muse,1909-10 by Constantin Brancusi

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lucreciasline:

Now I know what loneliness is, I think. Momentary loneliness, anyway. It comes from a vague core of the self - - like a disease of the blood, dispersed throughout the body so that one cannot locate the matrix, the spot of contagion.
~ Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, p 29
Painting: Seated Woman by Carlos Orozco Romero     ᔥ wiki

lucreciasline:

Now I know what loneliness is, I think. Momentary loneliness, anyway. It comes from a vague core of the self - - like a disease of the blood, dispersed throughout the body so that one cannot locate the matrix, the spot of contagion.

~ Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, p 29

Painting: Seated Woman by Carlos Orozco Romero     wiki

Posted 11 months ago

papermag:

We’ve got beautiful, never-before-seen images from the ‘Look Up New York’ campaign. They’ll remind you how pretty New York City buildings are.

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lucreciasline:

SONNET 129
The expense of spirit in a waste of shameIs lust in action; and till action, lustIs perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,Enjoy’d no sooner but despised straight,Past reason hunted, and no sooner hadPast reason hated, as a swallow’d baitOn purpose laid to make the taker mad;Mad in pursuit and in possession so;Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.
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Happy Birthday, Will!

lucreciasline:

SONNET 129

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoy’d no sooner but despised straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
Past reason hated, as a swallow’d bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
Mad in pursuit and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

Photo  georgetowner

Happy Birthday, Will!
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newyorker:

Today’s Daily Cartoon. For more cartoons, visit www.newyorker.com/cartoons

newyorker:

Today’s Daily Cartoon. For more cartoons, visit www.newyorker.com/cartoons