February 2010
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Food Among the Ruins →
by Mark Dowie for Guernica/ A Magazine for Art & Politics
Detroit, the country’s most depressed metropolis, has zero produce-
carrying grocery chains. It also has open land, fertile soil, ample
water, and the ingredients to reinvent itself from Motor City to
urban farm. Mark Dowie’s immodest proposal...
READ: [Guernica]
LISTEN: [Detroit Today radio]
January 2010
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Erik Satie: A Musician's Day
An artist must regulate his life. Here is my precise daily schedule. I rise at 7.18; am inspired from 10.30 to 11.47. I lunch at 12.11 and leave the table at 12.14. A healthy horse-back ride on my property from 1.19 to 2.35. Another round of inspiration from 3.12 to 4.07.
From 5.00 to 6.47 various occupations (fencing, reflecting, immobility, visits, dexterity, swimming, etc.).
Dinner is served...
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Crimes of Writing: Problems in the Containment of... →
[PDF] by Susan Stewart, Oxford University Press (1991)
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Talk about how intuitive his process was, how he measured every scribble, and then erased, adjusted, and redrew… and erased it again, until it was subtly but effectively burning the golden ratio straight through your chest and exploding in your heart :
( the only thing i’ve written in months—and i still can’t remember writing it, or what the hell it’s about. ...
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“Había aprendido sin esfuerzo el inglés, el francés, el portugués, el latín....”
– Jorge Luis Borges, Funes El Memorioso [Spanish] PDF [English] (via sendmelies)
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If you were to write a “want ad” what would it say...
____________________________________________________________________________________ Like A Whisper: (excerpt)
WANTED: In short, I want a world where my white feminist colleagues neither look the other way nor nod along when a student calls me a derogatory name related to my race, sexuality, or perceived language skills. I want to open my email and not get see a stack of emails from former...
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OPPRESSION
by Emily Duke
I get depressed when I see people sitting in coffee shops writing
in notebooks. I would like to issue a decree declaring that the
generation of cultural documents of all kinds must cease for the
foreseeable future. I find the idea that so many people are
expressing themselves extremely oppressive.
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“I must be without remorse or regrets as I am without excuse; for from the...”
– Jean-Paul Sartre, Existentialism and Human Emotions (via internaldialogue) (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
History is a Weapon →
(via tissie)
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“When I chose the hardest path, I made my choice deliberately. A man is what he...”
– Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit. (via shynessisnice) (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
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“Everything in nature grows and struggles in its own way, establishing its own...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke in Letters to a Young Poet (via tobia)
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“I hereby give you (all of you!) permission to turn off the Internet. Reading...”
– Laurie Halse Anderson (via notemily) (via 1000reasonsnottostartmakingart)
“He has no talent, that boy! Since you are his friend, tell him to give up...”
– Manet to Monet, on Renoir (via 1000reasonsnottostartmakingart)
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“I never felt old until today, when I realized that Laur[y]n Hill’s “That Thing”...”
– text from my brother. (via morninggloria) (via thedisgruntledgradstudent)
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