Precedent
This month has been perhaps the worst in terms of decapitations.
In the past 10 days alone, there have been an unprecedented 81 beheaded bodies discovered in the country.
The BBC
lump in throat
To remember friendship is to recall those conversations that it seemed a sin to break off.
Christopher Hitchens
We’re Both So Sorry by Mirah
I know you didn’t mean it and you’re sorry that i left
I’ll go right on pretending i’ve got nothing to regret
Except all of the times we wasted giving only second best
You always seemed to lose the spark when i was only half undressed
I drove across a sea of ice to find my own command
The distance paid a lonesome price to see its motherland
Now if you would unbuckle sir, receive your reprimand
And hey i’m sorry ‘bout so much baby but i know you’ll understand
I’m sorry ‘bout so much baby but i know you’ll understand
How can i ever apologize? I meant you no such harm
I never knew i could possess that fatal kind of charm
I just wanted to be good to you but i found i was disarmed
By a lifetime of disillusionment and the distraction of the stars
I abdicated now i’m just a prince without a land
My subjects all adore me but for this i had them banned
Now could i trade my guilt for a good flogging by your hand?
And hey i’m sorry ‘bout so much baby but i know you’ll understand
I’m sorry ‘bout so much baby but i know you’ll understand
I can’t understand why you refuse my one request
Just to press against my weaponry and then lay bare your chest
Challenges like these can be won or lost or laid to rest
Now we both agree to separate from the lonely castle steps
The kingdom is destabilized, the watchtower unmanned
The bedroom lies abandoned and the future is unplanned
But we’ve got the past to remind us of love chivalrous and grand
And hey i’m sorry ‘bout so much baby but i know you’ll understand
I’m sorry ‘bout so much baby but i know you’ll understand
by Kamila Szejnoch. how brilliant is this?
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photo Shona Heath
I don’t care about someone being intelligent; any situation between people, when they are really human with each other, produces ‘intelligence.’
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Susan Sontag, quoted by Brendan Berg. She’s right, precisely and exactly.
It’s not the first element of her argument that’s arresting; any idiot knows that intelligence is overrated in all sorts of ways. But the insight that when we are real and human with each other we produce ‘intelligence’ —as an outcome, not as an attribute— is profound, true, and an explanation I’d never encountered for why I prefer the company of the real and dull to erudite performers distracted by their own brilliance. It is not merely a question of taste: the former converse collaboratively, build meanings with you, surprise you; the latter are not so open to discovery because the dialectic process is for them both a pleasure and a competition, and their intelligence is too precious to them to be risked on banal inquiries, dumb guesses, the fatal utterance “I don’t know.”
(via panishka)
(via panishka)
pray for surf, Tel Aviv
this language is not dead
Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.
Haunting Long Exposure Photography
