Berlin Lovers | Still Corners

off to camp for seven weeks, will probably be posting sporadically if at all until i get back

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masterpiecedaily:

Caravaggio
Madonna dei Palafrenieri
1606

masterpiecedaily:

Caravaggio

Madonna dei Palafrenieri

1606

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"

Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity: and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.

"

"Araby"
Dubliners
James Joyce

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"Silence" (1908) by Arthur Beecher Carles

"Silence" (1908) by Arthur Beecher Carles

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mpdrolet:

From Brothers
Anna Bauer

mpdrolet:

From Brothers

Anna Bauer

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"I do not see the relation between art and politics in terms of two separately constituted fields, art on one side and politics on the other, between which a relation would need to be established. There is an aesthetic dimension in the political and there is a political dimension in art."

Chantal Mouffe (via jungjoo)

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arsvitaest:

Everyone Stands Under His Own Dome of Heaven
Anselm Kiefer (German, b. 1945)Date: 1970Medium: Watercolor, gouache and graphite on joined paperLocation: The Metropolitan Museum of Art

arsvitaest:

Everyone Stands Under His Own
Dome of Heaven

Anselm Kiefer (German, b. 1945)
Date: 1970
Medium: Watercolor, gouache and graphite on joined paper
Location: The Metropolitan Museum of Art

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inevitablelunch:

hold on this is maybe the sickest burn in all of Mayakovsky’s 150,000,000, a long poem comprised almost entirely of sick burns:

Perhaps
          the scholars
                             were brought here
                                                        by the theory of the flood?
The artists,
                 by some sort of
                                          glorious 
                                                       école-de-beaux-arts?
Nothing of the kind!
                               The only reason
                                                         they
                                                                came
is to go to the bazaar.
Every morning,
                         all these 
                                      favorites of the muses and fame
load up with baskets 
                                 and head for the market,
then carry home
                          various
                                     butters
                                                and meats.
Longfellow, the king of the poets,
                                          I guess,
                                           drags off a hundred jars of cream.
And Wilson gobbles,
                                 getting fatter and fatter,
his stomachs expanding,
                                        adding floor after floor.

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Zombies on the Walls: Why Does So Much New Abstraction Look the Same?

jesuisperdu:

"Almost everyone who paints like this has come through art school. Thus the work harks back to the period these artists were taught to lionize, the supposedly purer days of the 1960s and 1970s, when their teachers’ views were being formed. Both teachers and students zero in on this one specific period; then only on one type of art of this period; then only on certain artists. It’s art-historical clear-­cutting, aesthetic monoculture with no aesthetic biodiversity. This is not painting but semantic painterbation—what an unctuous auction catalogue, in reference to one artist’s work, recently called “established postmodern praxis.”

canadianbeerandpostmodernism:

Young artist falls asleep with papier maché mask of Marlene Dietrich on her lap, 1950.  

canadianbeerandpostmodernism:

Young artist falls asleep with papier maché mask of Marlene Dietrich on her lap, 1950.  

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