the atrocity of sunsets
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x"That God does not exist, I cannot deny. That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget."
Jean-Paul Sartre
x Beach Scene (detail), 1874, Gustave Courbet

Beach Scene (detail), 1874, Gustave Courbet

x Palacio de Cristal, Retiro Park, Madrid, 2012

Palacio de Cristal, Retiro Park, Madrid, 2012

x"What I would argue is that femininity is a vulnerable state that we are socialized into. Women are not raped by accident. As I say to my students, rape is a form of over-conformity to the norms and values, not deviance. The question we should be asking in our culture is not ‘why do men rape’ — that I understand — it’s ‘why do not all men rape’?"
Dr. Gail Dines
x Natalie Wood

Natalie Wood

x Rooms by the Sea, 1951, Edward Hopper

Rooms by the Sea, 1951, Edward Hopper

x"For art to be unpolitical means only for it to ally itself with the ruling group."
Bertold Brecht
x ca. 1555–60
The elegant shape and beautiful decoration of this helmet suggest that it was made in Italy under French influence. The unusually tall and backward-leaning comb along the top of the helmet, the form and attachment of the buffe (face defense), and the fine scrolls that border the etched bands are all characteristic of French armor in the 1550s. However, the style of the etching and the choice of motifs––widely spaced trophies of armor, weapons, and Classical symbols—are more typical of the best Italian armor of the period.

ca. 1555–60

The elegant shape and beautiful decoration of this helmet suggest that it was made in Italy under French influence. The unusually tall and backward-leaning comb along the top of the helmet, the form and attachment of the buffe (face defense), and the fine scrolls that border the etched bands are all characteristic of French armor in the 1550s. However, the style of the etching and the choice of motifs––widely spaced trophies of armor, weapons, and Classical symbols—are more typical of the best Italian armor of the period.

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Ars Poetica (cocoons), Dana Levin

Six monarch butterfly cocoons
clinging to the back of your throat—

you could feel their gold wings trembling.

You were alarmed. You felt infested.
In the downstairs bathroom of the family home,
gagging to spit them out—
and a voice saying Don’t, don’t—

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It’s Always You, Chet Baker

if I hear a melody
it’s merely the way you sigh

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