Posted: August 31st, 2011 | Author: Ben Caro| 1 Comment »
Nothing brings me so much joy
as a pot of half-filled coffee
waiting for me in the morning
leftover from yesterday
The work’s been done
My phone lurches at me through a horrible caw
like a scythe wrapping around my ribs, and yet
my memories hold the same melody
in the same manner pleasantly
It’s not too much to believe
The light becomes a solid wall of dust
lighting up golden the roads, the air between
my eyes and the cars sliding down the street
A pollution that gives for this one sun passing
beauty in five minutes
the work’s all been done to it
A shadow is cast from a yellow box building
and juts down an alley like a line dividing wars
It shoots over grass darkening one side and keeping the other light
It strikes through a fence where there is a hole
glides over stone floors, creating cracks upon cracks
and places of no cracks alike
Then it hits me running over my elbow
over my belly, up my shoulder
I can let it run over me if I can enjoy both sides
Posted: August 31st, 2011 | Author: Hannah Ross| 1 Comment »
That’s right, I go old school. Highlight me up.
Posted: August 31st, 2011 | Author: Inês Teles| 1 Comment »
Broken rib.
Posted: August 30th, 2011 | Author: Richard Marks| 2 Comments »
It is dangerous to blow smoke directly into your infant’s face.
Posted: August 30th, 2011 | Author: Pen & Image| No Comments »
When bears attack!!… balls.
Posted: August 30th, 2011 | Author: Ben Caro| No Comments »
Posted: August 30th, 2011 | Author: Ben Caro| 1 Comment »
When I hear a girl talk about how she has dyed and stripped and bleached her hair to the point that she no longer knows what her true hair color is, something in me is alarmed. It’s partly sadness, but mostly, it is fear. It’s the same reason why I’ve been relatively cautious to take drugs for most of my life. During high school, when some kids experiment with marijuana, I made sure to grill them. “Do you feel different afterwards? Do you feel any dumber?” Most kids at that age, of course, remarked that they in fact felt smarter not only after smoking up, but while smoking up.
I must’ve had this great love of my identity at the time. Despite being picked on and probably not the most comprehensible kid, or I guess because of this, I must’ve regarded my intelligence as a large part of my identity. And I most feared losing it.
And that’s still a great fear of mine. Every once and awhile, when I can’t quite wrap my head around something, when I’m in the middle of a conversation and nothing weirdly funny comes to mind to add to it, I start to wonder whether I was smarter just five years ago than I am now. I never used to drink, I say to myself. Maybe I’m killing brain cells. Maybe it’s cause I’m no longer in school, maybe I’m not reading enough. Nearly without causation I am thrust into a small paroxysm of fear, wondering “have I lost what I used to be?”
I think it’s important to realize that I can’t answer this. There’s no way to do a side by side comparison. I can’t even take the SATs I took back then, because they’ve changed too. What I do think is possible is continued change, more change. If I want to be able to think on a certain level, I just need to start thinking on that level. I don’t think there’s anything I ca n do for the circumstances I’m in — I have very little free will in that respect. But over my identity, I can probably grab some giant wheel somewhere, turn it in a certain direction, and ease it on a course. I could either dye my hair some wild color, or I could think hard and attempt a strand for strand replication of the original shade. It may not be a perfect copy. It just needs to look good.
Posted: August 30th, 2011 | Author: Hannah Ross| No Comments »
Past, Present, Future, Oompa Loompa Self.
Posted: August 30th, 2011 | Author: Inês Teles| No Comments »
Funny party.
Posted: August 30th, 2011 | Author: Richard Marks| 1 Comment »
Thai Dye
Posted: August 29th, 2011 | Author: Ben Caro| No Comments »
“Hey Joe! Which section should we put these Werther’s?”
Posted: August 29th, 2011 | Author: Ben Caro| 3 Comments »
Swiss artist and comedian Ursus Wehrli is famous for taking art, and rearranging the components into an OCD-like order. The images above are from his forthcoming book The Art of Clean Up. (via Colossal)
Posted: August 28th, 2011 | Author: Richard Marks| No Comments »
Posted: August 28th, 2011 | Author: Inês Teles| 1 Comment »
decentralize it
Posted: August 28th, 2011 | Author: Hannah Ross| No Comments »
Rainbow coordination.
Posted: August 28th, 2011 | Author: Inês Teles| 1 Comment »
Posted: August 28th, 2011 | Author: Ben Caro| 1 Comment »
Talked to my dad on the phone today. A question entered my mind.
“Do you ever get kind of sad that you can’t ground me or Natalie anymore? Like, do you ever get kind of depressed you no longer have that power?”
There was silence on the phone for a bit, which made me think I had hit a chord. Then he said, “You know, it’s not a big deal, because I can still take you out of inheritance. Not as immediate, I guess. I’d have to wait 40 years or so.”
“And you’d be grounded in your own way.”
“Yeah.”
“We’d have solidarity in that, at least.”
Posted: August 27th, 2011 | Author: Hannah Ross| 1 Comment »
THINGS YOU CANNOT EXIT, WILLINGLY:
1. Conibear Traps.
2. Your In-law’s Conversation.
3. The Eleven-Circuit Chartres Labyrinth.
4. Pit Disguised by Leaves.
5. Purgatory.
Posted: August 27th, 2011 | Author: Richard Marks| No Comments »
Posted: August 27th, 2011 | Author: Ben Caro| 1 Comment »
Without doing much
All the grit is lifted off
And again you’re free
