Golden Ratio in Art & Architecture, by Nikhat Parveen One of the strongest advocates for the application of the Golden Ratio to art and architecture was the famous Swiss-French architect and Painter Le Corbusier (Charles-Edouard Jeanneret, 1887- 1965).
The Benefits of a Book Journal, by Cynthia Crossen However old you are, begin a reading log now. Keep it simple and convenient. I use small Paperblanks notebooks because I like the sound of the covers snapping shut, but there’s an iPhone app, Reader Tracker, or you can tweet book titles to I’vRead. Don’t make it a chore, as a friend of mine did, assigning herself the task of...
To investigate the recondite meaning of these legends and symbols, and to elicit...– The Symbolism of Freemasonry, Albert Mackey 33° (via theworkingtools)
One of the things that dismays me the most is the way poets are so awfully weak...– Ariana Reines, interview with Minor Progression (2011)
if she dont, & soon, i’m finna send some of rachels poetry for approval of publishers. TITS OR GTFO
fuck me i’m getting away from some things and allowing myself to be pulled in by the forces i’ve only ever allowed myself to peep in on, that space let me have strengths, and they are being zapped by allure of mysterious purely, which of course can’t be written about purely. doy.
and after finishing Feng Sun Chen’s BLUD, i have read 100 books on the year. only 25 more to go towards my goal. that’s with not having read for like two months at the end of last semester. sigh. we should be friends on goodreads!
fuck, guys, i’m getting that weird spacey levitation feeling again. started to yesterday then it went away. now i feel like i’m on a roller coaster. this is intense. wtf. roller coaster going up the high slope. so weird, gravitational … anyone?
i really hope you people are all familiar with, and have been reading recent posts on montevidayo. nothing quite like it on the internet, and so necessary. the recent series of posts about david lynch and lana del rey are amazing to me. was just telling rachel the other day when we watched the summertime sadness video how lynchian it seemed. oh well.
from Adrienne Rich’s “The Dream of a Common Language” III It’s simple to wake from sleep with a stranger, dress, go out, drink coffee, enter a life again. It isn’t simple to wake from sleep into the neighborhood of one neither strange nor familiar whom we have chosen to trust. Trusting, untrusting, we lowered ourselves into this, let ourselves downward hand...
this isn’t a poem. it’s a personal reminder. the only secrets are one’s own revealed after having been mined, minded, buffed out. the glimmor in a coal wall is mere suggestion, which could lead to nothing, also; and does, all too often. all can be and are craftsmen, less the sorrow- ful ignorance.
just simply on the basis that i actually read “shoplifting from american apparel” i hate tao lin. no book has singularly made me cringe whenever i see its author’s name attached to something. honestly, i just went out of my way to click “not interested” on one of his books in my Goodreads recommendations, which, well, i just don’t do. but he’s connected...
it’s tough, in the moment when i’ve written something i think could be exception, to hold back and not just flash my creation, like puberty or something. i want to come here and show off like toys on christmas. doing this much feels guilty and self-aggrandizing. but it’s just one of those rare moments where a glimmer of the hard work and endless pillaging winks from across the...
for those of you willing to make me book recommendations, please note that today i bought myself Adrienne Rich’s “The Dream of a Common Language”, and have John Berryman in my amazon cart, simply waiting for another weekend shift of waiting tables. So thank you, as I remember profoundretard rec’ing the second, though i forget who mentioned the first (apologies). I...
Father Voice-Over Foreign bodies must be studied. For example, the penis should not be allowed to become a death-prong. A death-prong generates more images than Baghdad. A death-prong is ridiculous. Lets all laugh at this foreign body and its infected image. Authenticity kitsch. — from Johannes Goransson’s “Entrance to a Colonial Pageant in Which We All Begin to...
some old prose from nearly a year ago, when i was...
10/20/11 Merlot stilettos and dark denim skinny jeans. He wanted a minute to relax before continuing. They both knew that a minute would never be enough. He knew the best thing to do he was to fuck through the cramps, like the comedian had joked. The world around them knew the best thing for the both of them to do was to cut out the language and just tell the story without the peculiar phrasing...
partymints asked: You are everything
see, i’m willing to follow people just on the basis of liking one of my posts. let alone refollowing those who follow me. but the problem is that there are a bunch of shitheads who want a follow back so hard they follow then unfollow, and that just seems so ridiculous to me. fuck it. i’ll just keep posting shit i be liking, & leave it at that. one love, justin
“Diptych” by Arielle Greenberg But the secret of art: How we were elastic. Once you & I were per- Fect. You were happy. We each had a startle With Marys. I pulled A knife on your mouth But we hid it, ate butter. We made baby allies against The chore-list, the choir. Mostly you jumped up While I was downed with bits of fur. We delighted in hotel soap Bars. Sang...
Anonymous asked: moves like jagger
i mustn’t be internet famous enough because i rarely get messages, and have yet to get anon hater mail. need to apply more jaggednesses.
herein i talk about some literature i like, a few...
1) Radial Symmetry by Katherine Larson. — i only put this one on the list first because her poem “Love at 32 Degrees” was probably my first college experience with a piece of modern poetry that was at least semi-abstract that i got. now granted, the poem was published by Poetry Magazine, which, well, i’m sure we all have our opinions on that publication, does indicate the...
Blud am a likelihood folded beneath a layer of eggs am this sea-life folded between a pair of legs you can call me oyster or you can call me oyster girl… either way i am not a hero… i am fatherless wandering through muscle-wrapped city of endless youth preserved in sagging skin sacks full of heavy liquid, blud hopes lifting against throat door when we speak we speak to the rhythm...
books i gots in da mails today
“the parthenon at athens, built in the fifth century bc, one of the world’s most famous structures. while its triangular pediment was still intact, its dimensions could be fitted almost exactly into a golden rectangle, as shown above. it stands therefore as another example of this particular shape.” - from H.E. Huntley’s “The Divine Proportion: a study in mathematical...
so rachel and i are having a discussion. have you heard of/know what prairie-dogging it means? edit: ionofalion got it. thanks for participating!
this tweet from box of octaves made me so happy… @BawseFagit @goddamnitrachel you guys are a cute literary couple. like Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes w/o the marital/psychological problems
The Greatest Rapper of All Time Died on March 9th — “are you taking out Some verbal garbage?” As if on a date as if A pun worth making Out with all the Money in the bag, bitch & I won’t kiss you At least as hard as I want to Come on strong as New Orleans humidity brings All the best mosquitoes to the yard & they’re like — “it’s better than Whores” Damn right,...
found this one unexpectedly. it's long though.
& i still run the faucet when i go to the bathroom so you don’t think i’m super disgusting, no matter how well i biblically do or don’t know you. … and then holy shit i did a few tweaks (a few tweaks as in both ways a few ways, way) (you can tell by how i am typing this) (or how meta on meta on meta on racks i get) and i can’t post the version i just jpg’d because i may want to do the whole...
I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.– Franz Kafka (via monocled—misanthrope)
Poem, Poet, Reader, & God. The very first issue is that reader must surrender all faith to the poet. Here, on this sheet of white paper stamped black impressions of symbolization, the writer has created a closed system. All structures are results of will, conceptions completely, carefully considered to that all ends are known. More than in a novel where voice can be omnipotent, telling...
rule #1 of my new functionality: “take a line & divide it unevenly.” - Plato
my little sister
partymints: i took my 8, soon to be 9, year old sister back to school shopping this evening. she is a very talented artist & i’d asked her to draw me some photos, then write me some poems. she wrote a poem that is rhythmically exquisite, another that is beautiful, beyond what i’ve seen many people my own age write, & one that was very flattering to me. watch out world, she will be better...
what follows is not to say that i’m a particularly good writer. not awful, but definitely not where i want to be. but, there a few parts of myself that i think will help me throughout my life with (as) literature: 1) i love literature; reading, writing, being involved with all aspects of literature. i can’t, nor do i want to, imagine my life without this cause and love being so...
in a public response to box of octaves, who is one of my favorite tumblrs, probably top 3, and i respect his opinion sincerely, my stance is that kafka is the best writer of all time. not that that matters or is valuable at all. but kafka alone is perfect. he transcends himself to a point where his work is perfectly open for infinite interpretations, which are all correct. it’s not...
after having my (at least literary) life changed by Infinite Jest, i had become in no small way a huge fanboy of David Foster Wallace. And though of course upset by his suicide, i was siked upon learning that the setting for The Pale King was my hometown. but in the shower just now, i realized that i frequent the same weird old man owned used book store that DFW did when he was teaching around...