Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
Consuming means, soon preys upon itself

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January 27, 2014 at 4:00pm
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Circles of Influence [via explore-blog]

Circles of Influence [via

explore-blog]

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A little autobiography and a lot of imagination are best.

— Raymond Carver [via theparisreview]

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Escher on his early days

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In art as in lovemaking, heartfelt ineptitude has its appeal and so does heartless skill, but what you want is passionate virtuosity.

— John Barth [via mythologyofblue]

January 22, 2014 at 4:31pm
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Emilio Isgrò, Cancellazione del debito pubblico (2011)

Emilio Isgrò, Cancellazione del debito pubblico (2011)

January 21, 2014 at 10:00am
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Sta’ zitto, c’è la pubblicità. Se non la guardiamo è come derubare la tv.

— Homer Simpson

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Every Woody Allen Stammer From Every Woody Allen Movie

January 20, 2014 at 6:17pm
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Times Haiku →

Serendipitous poetry found within The New York Times.

January 14, 2014 at 10:00am
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Your Mo Will Get Fuller with Nick Offerman

January 12, 2014 at 6:26pm
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But I have yet 10 years of youth: I left childhood a few years ago. All is slow in me; all is slow but I drink life as a cup of brandy.

— Eugenio Montale, Lettere a Clizia

December 22, 2013 at 12:00pm
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The Nobel-winning economist

The Nobel-winning economist

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In December 2004 Microsoft paid a massive $33 billion dividend to its shareholders. The largest payment of its kind, it made up 6% of the increase in Americans’ personal income that year.

— The Economist

December 16, 2013 at 2:00pm
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Oh, allora
mi alzai con la pelle d’oro,
e mi disfeci dei salmi
mi disfeci dei vestiti
e tu sciogliesti le briglie
sciogliesti le redini,
ed io i bottoni,
e disfeci le ossa, le confusioni,
le cartoline del New England,
le notti di gennaio finite alle dieci,
e come spighe ci sollevammo,
per acri e acri d’oro,
e poi mietemmo, mietemmo,
mietemmo.

— Anne Sexton, Noi 

December 15, 2013 at 10:20pm
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Gay Talese’s Outline for “Frank Sinatra Has a Cold”

Gay Talese’s Outline for “Frank Sinatra Has a Cold”