Emile Friant_Les Amoureux (Soir d’automne, Idylle sur la passerelle) (1888)
emile friant has been my favorite painter since i knew what it meant to have a favorite painter
This 1908 image of women smoking and drinking was intended to be a horrifying glimpse of a post-suffrage future. Now it just looks like an awesome bar.
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Inventory #321: Gold glitter nail polish
REGARDING SPARKLING IN A WINDOW
I long to be commodified, to be packaged as something you’d want. But even then you see your reflection in the window before you see me. Watch my plastic warp a little with each sunset, I’m getting less ripe, lesser so when you tap on the window, mouthing Can you hear me. Buy me while I’m still new, before I’m gone.
Still Life with Pussywillows
Salvador Dali – Ménagère (Cutlery Set) 1957
Six pieces (silver-gilt) comprising of two forks, two knives and two enameled spoons.
The way it goes
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On the back of Hymn for the Black Terrific, there is a sketched set of top teeth grinning. This fits with Kiki Petrosino’s second collection of poetry, a space where she makes mirrors of molars, eats until filled, champs at the bits. As Matthew Dickman says of the collection, “Petrosino’s hymn is a song for the human… Cold, self-conscious, ironic poetry is out. Petrosino’s warm, intelligent, wild, blood and bone poetry is in. Thank god for that.”
Bright Star (2009)
Go home and write for an hour. Type out all of your thoughts, feelings, worries, regrets, and hopes for the future. Every single word is OK, because it’s a part of who you are. You are not damaged. You are not socially handicapped. You are young and you are learning how to live. Write that down. I AM VERY YOUNG AND I AM LEARNING HOW TO LIVE. Tape it to the wall by your bed and read it every morning. —
Okay, Ask Polly is killing it this week.