Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of marvels.

I wish Summer looked like this at the moment! grey grey grey days…

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Artist Statement

My work explores the relationship between the universality of myth and football chants.

Ever since I was a postgraduate I have been fascinated by the theoretical limits of the zeitgeist. What starts out as triumph soon becomes finessed into a dialectic of temptation, leaving only a sense of decadence and the inevitability of a new reality.

As wavering derivatives become clarified through diligent and academic practice, the viewer is left with a statement of the inaccuracies of our world.

booklover:

(by Dani Padgett ∆)

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Gender theorist we studied - didn’t read her when we studied her, instead at midnight the night before the exam (for which, I didn’t write about her or any gender theorist at all, but ran blindly into the chaos of Barthes and Derrida…we shall see what grade I get on that!)… her ideas drew much of poststructuralism together for me in a fairly concrete way. Really enjoyed the writing style - a good balance of the personal, logical and fascinating, so that none of them carry it away into dryness, dullness or obfuscation and confusion. 

“I would rather die than wear pants” is quite amusing for a UK English speaker, though. :) 

from jamiesueaustin

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aseaofquotes:

Frances O’Roark Dowell, Where I’d Like To Be

Submitted by stripperwithaheartofgold.

You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And I knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I’ll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.

- e.e. cummings

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myimaginarybrooklyn:

Floating Librarian.

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firstbook:

First Book wants to give away 1 MILLION BOOKS TO KIDS IN NEED OVER THE NEXT 10 DAYS. Here’s the catch: We want the world to know about the issue of illiteracy and how they can help us fight it. In support of our effort, we will give away a book for every “re-blog”, “retweet”, and “share” we get of  this message on twitter, tumblr and facebook. Get to sharing. 

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