The Dreamstep Kid

There are days that go by where I don't feel emotions anymore. This crazy place called Yale has drained me and drenched me and demanded a future that I am not sure I can reach. So I keep on writing and crying out in hopes that someone will hear a small portion of my song and write me a love note. I am a native american, an ivy league champion, a broken songbook with slide hymns transposed onto saxiphone napkins.

missapea:

sssibilance:

yourpersonalcheerleader:

linrenzo:

videohall:

Baby laughing while getting shots

> Rock star doctor.

I don’t care how old he will be I’m taking my future children to him

My heart!

That person is in the right field!  So many pediatricians are terrible with children; you can tell this person LOVES children and taking care of them.

Holy crap! That man is amazing!

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laughhard:

See this hat? Tis’ my cat.

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“Here’s a film that I made out of a deep grief. The grief is my business, in a way, but the grief was helpful in squeezing the little film out of me, that I said, ‘These crazy moths are flying into the candlelight, and burning themselves to death! And that’s what’s happening to me! I don’t have enough money to make these films, and it’s destroying… I’m not feeding my children properly because of these damn films,’ you know, and I’m burning up here … I’m feeling the full horror of some kind of immolation, in a way … So I say ‘Well, I’m going to comprehend this; I’ve got to understand it.’ So I go out with a camera and I start following moths around, well, that was hopeless, I’m not agile enough to follow a moth, even with a camera [laughs] and get anything of any real meaning. And suddenly I realize that… over the light bulbs, there’s all these dead moth wings. And I hate—y’know, hate that. Such a sadness. There must surely be something to do with that, and I tenderly pick them out and I start pasting them onto a strip of film to try to… in one way, you’d say it’s a kind of madness, to give them life again? To animate them again? To put them into some kind of life through the motion picture machine [laughs]? But really, it’s, I think, deeper than that … It’s to engage with this, that otherwise is just an unacceptable… unhappiness, or misery. To engage with it in some way that makes of it something.”

Mothlight (Stan Brakhage, 1963)

Film stills courtesy of the Estate of Stan Brakhage and Fred Camper.

Commentary by Stan Brakhage on By Brakhage: An Anthology, Volume 1, taken from 2002 interview with Bruce Kawin.

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dichotomized:

This message in an abandoned home in the ghost town of Gilman, Colorado, reads: "And when I reached the top of the stair, I saw a man that wasn’t there."

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asylum-art:

A Towering Figure Enclosed Within a Glass Greenhouse by Susanne Ussing

Susanne Ussing, ‘I Drivhuset’ (‘In the Greenhouse’), 1980. Ussing was a Danish artist and architect, with a special interest ceramics. This mixed-media piece brings together the world of sculpture and architecture by placing the former inside the latter. Classical parallels are easily conjured here. Like a latter-day (and feminine) Zeus at Olympia, this ginormous female figure is too large for the confines of the glasshouse, which looks like it might shatter were she to move too freely; like a Crouching Aphrodite of immodest proportions, she looks vulnerable and coquettish all at once. At the same time, her skin of newspapers and skeleton of metal and wood thoroughly modern - not quite distracting from the gracefulness of her pose, but instead under-girding her with firm foundations.

Susanne Ussing (1940-1998, Danish) - I Drivhuset installed at Ordrupgaardsamlingen (In the Glasshouse), Denmark, 1980. It is composed of granite and porous materials.

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theysaidyouwashighclass:

well this is the closest i’ve come to an orgasm today

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