Stones Carved to Appear Like Wrinkled Fabrics by José Manuel Castro López
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The pain of self disciplining yourself is better than the pain of regret
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Seen in the window at Gulf of Maine Books in Brunswick, Maine.
Photo: Bill Roorbach
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Simona Gabriela Kossak(1943-2007)
A Polish biologist, ecologist, author, PhD in forestry, and uncompromising conservation activist. Locals called a witch for chatting with animals, living in isolation, and for her raven, who stole gold and attacked bicyclists. Simona believed that one ought to live simply and close to nature. She resided for over 30 yrs in a cabin in the Bialowieza Forest, without electricity or running water. She shared her home with many animals, including a lynx and a boar. She fought for the conservation of Europe’s oldest forests and wrote several hundred works on the behavioral ecology of mammals.
photos: Lech Wilczek
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Alfred Stieglitz, Georgia O’Keeffe, Neck, 1921
Alfred Stieglitz, Georgia O'Keeffe hands, 1919
Isabelle Huppert, photographed by Sharif Hamza for INTERVIEW Germany, Sep 2016.
"The irony is that it has been the university’s practice to admit the subversions of cultural theory in order to some degree to neutralize them by fixing them in the status of academic subspecialties. So now we have the curious spectacle of teachers teaching theories that have been completely displaced—wrenched is the better word—from their contexts; I have elsewhere called this phenomenon “traveling theory.” In various academic departments—among them literature, philosophy, and history—theory is taught so as to make the student believe that he or she can become a Marxist, a feminist, an Afrocentrist, or a deconstructionist with about the same effort and commitment required in choosing items from a menu. Over and above that trivialization is a steadily more powerful cult of professional expertise, whose main ideological burden stipulates that social, political, and class-based commitments should be subsumed under the professional disciplines, so that if you are a professional scholar of literature or critic of culture, all your affiliations with the real world are subordinate to your professing in those fields. Similarly, you are responsible not so much to an audience in your community or society, as to and for your corporate guild of fellow experts, your department of specialization, your discipline. In the same spirit and by the same law of the division of labor, those whose job is “foreign affairs” or “Slavic or Middle Eastern area studies” attend to those matters and keep out of yours. Thus your ability to sell, market, promote, and package your expertise—from university to university, from publisher to publisher, from market to market—is protected, its value maintained, your competence enhanced."
Edward W. Said (1999, 321), from Culture and Imperialism
at the end of the book Said strays rather from his earlier topics of discussion into a broad criticism of the changing structure of academia which was (for me, at least) very thought-provoking.
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I am very fond of the relationships we form to obscure and otherwise forgotten pieces of media, especially in youth. How kept memories attached to movies no one else remembers seeing seem so explicitly personal and canonized. Pulled from a separate timeline. Because everyone has a childhood memory related to a lion king VHS tape, and these memories are kept alive by pervasive cultural consciousness. Almost formed for you, always reminding. But who remembers watching the Borrowers in your aunt’s basement on a mattress on the concrete floor. You think “did that even happen.” You google whether that movie ever existed. It did. 1997. You think maybe it only needed to exist for you.
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"Years earlier, I had been a girl who felt lost, this was true. All the hopes of youth seemed to have been destroyed, I seemed to be falling backward toward my mother, my grandmother, the chain of mute or angry women I came from. Missed opportunities. Ambition was still burning, fed by a young body, by an imagination full of plans, but I felt that my creative passion was cut off more and more thoroughly by the reality of dealings with the universities and the need to exploit opportunities for a possible career. I seemed to be imprisoned in my own head, without the chance to test myself, and I was frustrated."
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shit that keeps me up at night: thinking about how the fuck people became casual polyglots and polymaths throughout history what with the scarcity of resources and all
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