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They slowed down Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony so it stretched over 24 hours,” Gabbert writes: “The effect was of a continual climbing, with no resolution – just an ever-building terror, the slowest imaginable scream. In a state of heightened time, everything reduces to fear, a sublime fear. If life has any meaning, it comes at the end. Brian Pera reviews The Self Unstable by Elisa Gabbert (via therumpus)

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magnificentruin:

Joel SternfeldWet’n Wild Aquatic Theme Park, Orlando, Florida, September 1980

magnificentruin:

Joel Sternfeld
Wet’n Wild Aquatic Theme Park,
Orlando, Florida, September 1980

jesseriggins:

chelsea, rockaway beach, 2014

jesseriggins:

chelsea, rockaway beach, 2014

Charles Bukowski, “An Almost Made Up Poem”

I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
they are small, and the fountain is in France
where you wrote me that last letter and
I answered and never heard from you again.
you used to write insane poems about
ANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and you
knew famous artists and most of them
were your lovers, and I wrote back, it’s all right,
go ahead, enter their lives, I’m not jealous
because we’ve never met. we got close once in
New Orleans, one half block, but never met, never
touched. so you went with the famous and wrote
about the famous, and, of course, what you found out
is that the famous are worried about
their fame –– not the beautiful young girl in bed
with them, who gives them that, and then awakens
in the morning to write upper case poems about
ANGELS AND GOD. we know God is dead, they’ve told
us, but listening to you I wasn’t sure. maybe
it was the upper case. you were one of the
best female poets and I told the publishers,
editors, “her, print her, she’s mad but she’s
magic. there’s no lie in her fire.” I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didn’t happen. your letters got sadder.
your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all
lovers betray. it didn’t help. you said
you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and
the bridge was over a river and you sat on the crying
bench every night and wept for the lovers who had
hurt and forgotten you. I wrote back but never
heard again. a friend wrote me of your suicide
3 or 4 months after it happened. if I had met you
I would probably have been unfair to you or you
to me. it was best like this.

scarymansion:

Jan Mlcoch “Zawieszenie”, 1974

scarymansion:

Jan Mlcoch “Zawieszenie”, 1974

(Source: anal-desire)

Kate Bush - “And Dream of Sheep”

(Source: scarymansion)

therumpus:
The Rumblr’s in-house astrologer, Madame Clairevoyant, presents her latest dispatch from the stars:
 Aquarius: This week, as you move through crowded places and empty places, remind yourself that you are not alone in the world. There are people who know you. There are people who see you, clearly and true. There are people who can show you small bright moments of kindness. Try to remind yourself that you share this world with other people. There are moments that belong only to you, and there are long looping hallways in your own head, but try not to get lost inside yourself this week. Try to treat other people right.
Today’s image was made specially for Madame Clairevoyant by Jen May.

therumpus:

The Rumblr’s in-house astrologer, Madame Clairevoyant, presents her latest dispatch from the stars:

Aquarius: This week, as you move through crowded places and empty places, remind yourself that you are not alone in the world. There are people who know you. There are people who see you, clearly and true. There are people who can show you small bright moments of kindness. Try to remind yourself that you share this world with other people. There are moments that belong only to you, and there are long looping hallways in your own head, but try not to get lost inside yourself this week. Try to treat other people right.

Today’s image was made specially for Madame Clairevoyant by Jen May.