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Southbound Train.

"Been reading articles about "transgressive art" this week, and all I keep thinking is... you sheltered motherfuckers, thinking 'taboo-breaking' art from the 1980s is anything but kitsch in 2026. Open your window. Take a good long look at the world you live in, and then tell me what moral codes still exist to be transgressed." —@burningambulance

"After her death, her stepson Thutmose III spent years systematically erasing her legacy."

"Then fly our greetings, fly our speech and smiles!
—As some grave Tyrian trader, from the sea,
Descried at sunrise an emerging prow
Lifting the cool-haired creepers stealthily,
The fringes of a southward-facing brow
Among the Ægean isles;
And saw the merry Grecian coaster come,
Freighted with amber grapes, and Chian wine,
Green bursting figs, and tunnies steeped in brine,
And knew the intruders on his ancient home,—

The young light-hearted masters of the waves,—
And snatched his rudder, and shook out more sail,
And day and night held on indignantly
O’er the blue Midland waters with the gale,
Betwixt the Syrtes and soft Sicily,
To where the Atlantic raves
Outside the western straits, and unbent sails
There where down cloudy cliffs, through sheets of foam,
Shy traffickers, the dark Iberians come;
And on the beach undid his corded bales."

—Matthew Arnold, ‘Scholar-Gipsy’, 231-250 via

"It’s a painting that makes me think. It seems to tell some truth about being in the world, about time and vision and eternity."