Friday, January 17, 2025

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The Story Behind the 13-Year-Old “New Yorker” Cartoon That Defines Our Climate Moment.

"The Clown Punished

Eyes, lakes with my simple drunkenness reborn
Other than the troubadour who evoked the gesture
As with a quill, of oil lamps’ ignoble smoke
I pierced a window in the linen wall

From my leg and arms clear treacherous swimmer
In increasing leaps and bounds, denying the bad
Hamlet! It’s as if in the wave I invented
A thousand sepulchers for it, virgin, to disappear

Hilarious gold of a cymbal with angry fists
Suddenly the sun strikes the nudity
That exhaled my pure freshness of mother-of-pearl

When you passed over me, stale night of the skin
Not knowing, ingrate! that it was all my consecration
This rouge drowned in the water of faithless glaciers

-- Jim Hanson's Mallarmé (07/31/08 )

The almost lost remains of Garlies Castle.

"I had my first thrilling thought in Philadelphia," Lynch once told Loud & Quiet. "Philadelphia, more than any filmmaker, influenced me. It's the sickest, most corrupt, decaying, fear-ridden city imaginable. I was very poor and living in bad areas. I felt like I was constantly in danger. But it was so fantastic at the same time." (via)

David Lynch and autism

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