They staunched the wound with a stone. They drew blue venom from his blood until there was none. When his veins ran true his face remained lifeless and all the mothers of the village wept and pounded their chests until the sky had little choice but to grant their supplications. God made the boy breathe again. God breathes life into us, it is said, only once. But this case was an exception. God drew back in a giant gust and blew life into the boy and like a stranded fish, he shuddered, oceanless. It was true: the boy lived. He lived for a very long time. The toxins were an oil slick: contaminated, cleaned. But just as soon as the women kissed redness back into his cheeks the boy began to die again. He continued to die for the rest of his life. The dying took place slowly, sweetly. The dying took a very long time.
—by Dilruba Ahmed
I’m transfixed by the twisting of the metatarsals and phalanges in this image. And by how freaking happy this skeleton looks. An image to call up as one floats upon roiling uncertainty. In other words, always.
Skeleton Performing Zazen on Waves. Maruyama Okyo, ca. 1787.
I must have these in my garden… when I have a garden!
The skull-shaped Snapdragon Flower Dragon(Antirrhinum majus) seed pod. The Antirrhinum, commonly known as the snapdragon has been a popular garden plant for many years. Also known as the dragon flower, its common name derives from the resemblance of the flower to a dragon’s head.Yet once the flower has died, leaving behind the seed pod, something a little more macabre appears. The dragon – just a visual metaphor after all – appears to have a skull.
I’m amusing myself imagining what my chapter co-author Rhonda Kauffman and I will do at the book reading editor Melissa Morrone is organizing. Our piece, “Cutter & Paste: A DIY Guide for Catalogers Who Don’t Know About Zines and Zine Librarians Who Don’t Know About Cataloging” is essentially an introduction and fifteen pages of annotated MARC fields. It’s going to take a lot of spectacle to make that shit interesting. Please send dry ice, confetti and some clowns, STAT!
I…actually want to read that, clowns notwithstanding.
From Library of Congress Genre/Form Terms for Library and Archival Materials, via Classification Web.
I’m glad this clarifies that decision. I thought everyone would know what “J.D.” meant. (??)
On the other hand, now I need to go find what “Juvenile delinquency films” we have in our catalog, aside from our 16mm print of “Marvelously Fast Juvenile Delinquents.”
Have you found your self recklessly deriding a fellow human or appealing to the dark arts, in the heat of a blood-boilingly vigorous exchange only to wish you had been more calculating and cogent, thus retaining the upper hand of noble civility? protect your reputation and corporeal integrity with this simple sequential exercise. Safety first in words and deeds.
About to curl up with and resume volume 1 of the New Annotated Sherlock Holmes. I will never see the illustrations quite the same way again…
Okay, by just looking at the artwork I deduce that all Holmes and Watson are doing 24/7 is basically sitting around in chairs while judging everything (unless they get up to judge more ppl).
I mean, seriously:
even each other
"Watson Watson wake up we’ve got chairs to sit on and things to judge."
"oh and fuck that lamp."
Ok, life is complete. Bye.
NEVER NOT REBLOG JUDGING HOLMES