composed of potato-peelings, oyster-shells, night-soil, rancid butter, dead dogs and cats, and ordinary black street mud, (the garbage boxes formed) one festering, rotting, loathsome, hellish mass of air poisoning, death- breeding filth, reeking in the fierce sunshine, which gloats yellowly over it like the glare of a devil whom Satan has kicked from his councils in virtuous disgust.
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A description of garbage outside the tenements of NYC from the New York Tribune, 1863. [Source]
Newspaper writing should be like this today! How epic and poetic is that?
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One from the archives, the New York Public Library, Schwarzman Building.
Minolta AF-C, Lomo Xpro Chrome film.
Much is misnomer in our present way of grasping the world.
Something I Don’t Get
Why do Christians who oppose same-sex marriage cite the Old Testament for their reasoning but don’t hold by things like, say, the prohibition of eating pork or observing Sabbath on Saturday? Those are in the Old Testament, too.
EDIT: Not that I think one can’t pick & choose—I do it all the time—just the vehemence involved here makes the discrepancy that much more glaring.
The aforementioned frankenstein lapsteel guitar, Spaghetti Steel, in action!
Hello Tony, This is about our I use my binoculars and I did some study on that little bird today. And it turns out it’s a brown hair did not catch, which is not dot, com and as your regular not catch. That’s what unusual to see anyway. I hope you have something indoors platform. Palmere bye bye.
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Google voice transcription of a voicemail. This was actually not too far off; it was my father in law telling me that this little mystery bird we were watching in his backyard yesterday turned out to be a Brown-Headed Nuthatch. (My name is not Tony.)
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housingworksbookstore:
therumpus:
Melissa Broder
How is your crown supposed to fall off
when you look like Jesus
I am superficial because it feels religious
let’s light a candle for you not wanting me back
we could be dirty juice and bent crucifix
suspend the alphabet now
o sanctus sanctus sanctus puer
mea illusio mea est mea omnia
can you believe in guides your eyes can’t see
can you believe I still want you
I cannot believe you would choose loneliness
loneliness is how little you want me
I know nothing about Christianity
and so I love it
take me behind your mouth
that I might forsake it
pillar of salt
pillar of salt
Melissa will be here on Tuesday for Tumblr, Abrams, and the Academy of American Poets’ Poetry Bomb party! Details here.
Melissa was my classmate in grad school. Her success is deserved! To much more.
Here, in other words, at the heart of the maelstrom threatening to suck in the whole of the civilised world, is a pathetic conspiracy of denial; a denial of responsibility which has turned in on itself and gone sour, manifesting itself in the sort of pompous defensiveness I have encountered so often.
Druid Hills Baptist, Ponce de Leon & North Highland, Atlanta.
Olympus mju-ii Zoom 80, Kodak Tri-X 400.
“God be with us as he was with our fathers.”
Why Social Media is awesome:
Because crazy things happen in this world and they shut off cell service and my brother is downtown in Boston and no one can reach him and my mom is freaking out so you tweet his work and they get right back to you.
