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watch | tim barber & jonny ollsin

storm footage by tim barber, soundtrack by jonny ollsin.

read | italo calvino

from Cosmicomics: The Distance Of The Moon (slightly altered, definitely read the whole story - it's a heartbreaker)

"The spot where the Moon was lowest, as she went by, was off the Zinc Cliffs. We used to go out with those little rowboats they had in those days, round and flat, made of cork. They held quite a few of us: me, Captain Vhd Vhd, his wife, my deaf cousin, and sometimes little Xlthlx — she was twelve or so at that time. On those nights the water was very calm, so silvery it looked like mercury, and the fish in it, violet-colored, unable to resist the Moon’s attraction, rose to the surface, all of them, and so did the octopuses and the saffron medusas. There was always a flight of tiny creatures — little crabs, squid, and even some weeds, light and filmy, and coral plants — that broke from the sea and ended up on the Moon, hanging down from that lime-white ceiling, or else they stayed in midair, a phosphorescent swarm we had to drive off, waving banana leaves at them.

This is how we did the job: in the boat we had a ladder: one of us held it, another climbed to the top, and a third, at the oars, rowed until we were right under the Moon; that’s why there had to be so many of us (I only mentioned the main ones). The man at the top of the ladder, as the boat approached the Moon, would become scared and start shouting: “Stop! Stop! I’m going to bang my head!” That was the impression you had, seeing her on top of you, immense, and all rough with sharp spikes and jagged, saw-tooth edges. It may be different now, but then the Moon, or rather the bottom, the underbelly of the Moon, the part that passed closest to the Earth and almost scraped it, was covered with a crust of sharp scales. It had come to resemble the belly of a fish, and the smell too, as I recall, if not downright fishy, was faintly similar, like smoked salmon.

Now, you will ask me what in the world we went up on the Moon for; I’ll explain it to you. We went to collect the milk, with a big spoon and a bucket. Moon-milk was very thick, like a kind of cream cheese. It formed in the crevices between one scale and the next, through the fermentation of various bodies and substances of terrestrial origin which had flown up from the prairies and forests and lakes, as the Moon sailed over them. It was composed chiefly of vegetal juices, tadpoles, bitumen, lentils, honey, starch crystals, sturgeon eggs, molds, pollens, gelatinous matter, worms, resins, pepper, mineral salts, combustion residue. You had only to dip the spoon under the scales that covered the Moon’s scabby terrain, and you brought it out filled with that precious muck. Not in the pure state, obviously; there was a lot of refuse. In the fermentation (which took place as the Moon passed over the expanses of hot air above the deserts) not all the bodies melted; some remained stuck in it: fingernails and cartilage, bolts, sea horses, nuts and peduncles, shards of crockery, fishhooks, at times even a comb. So this paste, after it was collected, had to be refined, filtered. But that wasn’t the difficulty: the hard part was transporting it down to the Earth."



READ: ITALO CALVINO - COSMICOMICS: THE DISTANCE FROM THE MOON
SEE: SUPERMOON APPROACHING EARTH ON MARCH 19

read | dr. dre

 
think of all the sweetness that went out the world when the internet came in.



dr. dre married nicole in 1996. they have two children, truth and truly.

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visit | magic jewelry

"MAGIC JEWELRY CRYSTALS BALANCES YOUR MIND, BODY AND SPIRIT"
238 Canal Street

listen | david berman

watch | joel garber

a new incarnation of joel's dream team is toiling away on a milenko/tetra undertaking that started as a play with an old-timey talking rat gangster making the action happen. perverted virtue. how far it has come... i want to lie down in this trailer and stay. more details are here.

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watch | old regular baptist church

DOWNLOAD: OLD REGULAR BAPTISTS - I AM A POOR PILGRIM OF SORROW [MP3]

look | nurit yeshurun

for a white girl with an ima, nurit yeshurun is mexican as hell. hannukah calexicatholic. got a black magic hand on her too. puts the full lips and cheekbones, the spooky peyote vertigo, on skull dance and rosary scenes, whispering love of mary take me sinning home to see mi madre en el cielo. her work is only now starting to find its way online, but for now you'll find more drawings here and an ever-rising well of unholy inspiration here. so rad, right?

look | lou fourcher

A message from Flickr member Mike Fourcher: These photos of Chicago's Tri-Taylor neighborhood were taken by my father as a graduate student. He was participating in the University of Illinois-Chicago's Valley Project, which included a health clinic.

Most of the area photographed here was demolished in the mid-1970's and designated as part of the Illinois Medical District.

My father, who is still alive, but lost to Alzheimer's, never provided much detail about this project. If you know something, please contact me.

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