“Black Swan” by Thom Yorke
Tarkovsky’s The Mirror (1975)
Ma’am, I am the bathing suit inspector.
(via tiffanyhoran)
they took his job…?
First, we take a great NEW POEM and, with our special machines, we extract the “meaning” (along with most of the words) and offer it to you for 10 dollars!
Wow, “aureate” is a beautiful word!
Derek Walcott won the 1992 Nobel Prize in Literature. This is his 14th poetry collection, so he’s not afraid at all of stupid ornate language like ‘aureate’ and we’re really not afraid of selling it to you.
But I can just read poems for free?
We are a print magazine!
(via blackandwtf)
“You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment you touch the perfect speed. And that isn’t flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfect speed, my son, is being there.” — Richard Bach
Well, failure is a symptom of growth. Do not stagnate. Try, to show how the streams that feed you are aligned with high deposits of ice and snow.
Walton Ford
(via retrospace)
Turn it up, god damn you.
You have never known music that could do this.
