September 2008
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Sep 28th
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Sep 28th
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THE LAST WORKS OF EGON SCHIELE
(A fictionalized short story based on true dates, details & documents) by Joshua Heineman Vienna, October 1918 — The pencil scratched the paper as Egon Schiele searched out his wife’s features in a sketch from a chair next to the bed where she lay dying. Her forehead was white, wet with fever sweat, and pressed with matted clumps of her damp red hair. A washbowl sat on the nightstand...
Sep 26th
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Sep 24th
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Sep 23rd
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Sep 21st
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WatchWatch
SUMMERTIME i am haunted… the one way i’m still close to you. (via vimeo)
Sep 21st
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Simply Beautiful: Reaching for the Out of Reach →
“The frantic movement of these .GIFs implies a hurried movement of the eyes and inspires all sorts of ruminations: on the peculiar nature of our own vision (two eyes producing a single image), and on our sometimes desperate desire to know what lies just beyond the frame of a photograph” (this is the first review i’ve seen among hundreds that really gets my project) via Touching...
Sep 19th
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Sep 19th
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Sep 17th
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Sep 17th
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Sep 16th
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Sep 10th
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& THE FALL OF SUMMER IS A WINTER SPRINGTIME
now the sun feels like a flickering flame again, one last summer afternoon flung from a candle the same speed thunder runs from a storm i wake up cuddled against an open window again, & the fall of summer seems certain now how could we ever let ourselves stray from love like this, w/all those coffee cups of cider left to drink in brooklyn, on snowy doorsteps in december i’ve...
Sep 9th
Sep 8th
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INDIAN SUMMER
it’s blazing hot lately, in the air & on my tongue. i’ve been frequenting the indian restaurants by my apartment. there are three, which i’ve ranked from good to great to genius. now i’m ditching the good & denying the great. the point is to be on a first-name basis w/the owner by kicking around the genius joint at least three days a week, eating saag paneer &...
Sep 7th
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DREAMS THAT CANCEL EACH OTHER OUT
last nite i dreamt that god revealed the secrets of the universe to me. you & i are friends, so here it is: religion was a necessary lie, he said, as he’d carved the world out from a vast & cruel universe infested w/thousands of bored gods desperately seeking entertainment. our god covered us, brought mercy to our little zone, & kept us safe & dumb to protect from the truth...
Sep 7th
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Sep 7th
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BERTHA M. DINGER
August 24, 1909 - August 31, 2008 born in the first days of picasso’s new cubism, before fitzgerald’s heady twenties, when the earth had not known an air raid or one world war… my great-grandmother. the lovely sort of soul you hope to have here for 99 years. truly an epic life. next steps.
Sep 4th
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Sep 2nd
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