Summaiya Jillani: Marilyn and myself. (From here.)
Summaiya Jillani: Marilyn and myself. (From here.)
Both hands clenched
Runnng eyes and nose
And shivering skin:
As if in a painting,
The traveller stands on the river-bank
Despairing how to get across.
Excerpt of poem by anonymous in Vallabhadeva’s Subhasitavali, translated by J. Brough, Poems from the Sanskrit, Penguin Classics, L. 198.
From the Cyrus Cylinder.
Jai Arjun Singh, Naak-naak, who’s there?
‘Heaven, How Long’ is taken from the Hostel 12”, forthcoming debut release from both East India Youth and The Quietus Phonographic Corporation. The Hostel EP is released in March 2013.
Peter Winkler, “Nicholas Ray Couldn’t Go Home Again: On the DVD Release of His Final Film”, Los Angeles Review of Books.
Mark Twain, in a letter addressed to a salesman who sent him an ad for some bogus medicine [Source: Letters of Note]
Heisenberg has driven these young women to distraction.
Peter Rodman, Presidential Command, 2009.
Once, we got drunk
in a hotel hallway.
I’d lost the key
or you had,
and we pressed our backs to the walls
like the seams in the wallpaper
might let us slip past and
sleep inside.
You walked on the carpet
and it let you.
There was a bottle of something,
not much,
between us.
“Imagine…
Shimon Adaf, Israeli writer, upon winning the Sapir Prize. (From The World SF Blog.)
One of The Olive Fairy Book’s illustrations by Kate Baylay. (From çizgili masallar.)
Nude on the beach, 1989, by Nuri Bilge Ceylan, Turkish film-maker and photographer.
Since the snow came all the wife has done is look through the window.
If it gets any worse, I’ll have to let her in.