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10th century (swiss)/11th century (french)

- call me old-fashioned, but
- trumpet monkeys (this whole tumblr is gold)
- lamento di tristano


i learned of an abandoned castle in the woods a couple of hours away & that’s more exciting than the thought of visiting actual castles in europe. there’s just something about the anachronistic that’s more compelling to me than what’s “real”.

louis ck on “the forever empty”….

😂😂😂

new season/new obsessions/new crushes/new books

(same old, same old)

found on my old laptop these lesbian mermaids painted for someone’s, well, lesbian mermaid story MANY MANY MANY years ago. i vaguely recall using tea and watercolors for this.

ps, i need instagrams to follow. i HATE lifestyle shit (fashion/food = fuck off) but i like photos of bugs, natural history, street scenes, etc. any suggestions would be nice.

where are you going, my father?i am going to the great forest, i am going walking.why do you go? who goes with you? i go to harvest the sweet coca leaf, i go alone.come back soon, come back soon.i will wait for you crying,i will wait for you grieving.in the woods where you must goa black flag is waving.in the open place that you must crossthe parting grass spreads cloaks of flowers.what heart is this bitter heartthat leaves the dove?little bell of paucartambo,ring farewell for me.i am going to the great forest.i will never return.- quechua song of farewell to the deceased translated by j.m. arguedas

where are you going, my father?
i am going to the great forest, i am going walking.
why do you go? who goes with you?
i go to harvest the sweet coca leaf, i go alone.
come back soon, come back soon.
i will wait for you crying,
i will wait for you grieving.

in the woods where you must go
a black flag is waving.
in the open place that you must cross
the parting grass spreads cloaks of flowers.
what heart is this bitter heart
that leaves the dove?

little bell of paucartambo,
ring farewell for me.
i am going to the great forest.
i will never return.

- quechua song of farewell to the deceased translated by j.m. arguedas

in the mood to paint a cartoon & to remix another arthurian story!

the b&w pictures are obviously not mine, just things on my mind. 1)  story of the laidly worm from one of my favorite book as a child, “english folk & fairy tales” by joseph jacobs. my mom still has my copy with pressed flowers in the pages. 2) tarrochi symbolism. at the morgan libary you can see some beautiful visconti-sforza cards! 3) tesla.

made this painting + this story, same old bullshit

i wrote while looping vivaldi’s summer recomposed by max richter. i can’t even listen to nujabes or talib kweli this summer, it’s all about piercing violins and high drama, ok?? i love the third movement, it’s everything i feel atm, and yes, the original is so much better, but i can’t find a recording of good quality

sketchbook/pavement still-lifes & light painting/possible vacation home

the summer triangle… i didn’t highlight the third vertex because vega and altair are the two with any significance in east asia. they represent the weaver girl and the cow herder, who were so crazy in love with each other that they were not getting shit done. the heavenly emperor banished the lazy lovers to opposite ends of the galaxy. after a year of separation the lovers were allowed to meet again. excitedly they drew closer and closer… but they could not cross the milky way between them. the magpies and crows of earth heard their cries and felt so sorry for the couple that they all flew up to the heavens to make a bridge.
once a year, the birds make a bridge so that altair and vega can meet. it is a beautiful story about love, typical shriveled-dick patriarchs who need to meddle instead of minding their own bizness, and astronomical cockblocks.
this year, they meet on august 2 (칠석). on this day, please be kind to a magpie or crow, bone the one you love, and give “the man” the finger in honor of altair and vega.

the summer triangle… i didn’t highlight the third vertex because vega and altair are the two with any significance in east asia. they represent the weaver girl and the cow herder, who were so crazy in love with each other that they were not getting shit done. the heavenly emperor banished the lazy lovers to opposite ends of the galaxy. after a year of separation the lovers were allowed to meet again. excitedly they drew closer and closer… but they could not cross the milky way between them. the magpies and crows of earth heard their cries and felt so sorry for the couple that they all flew up to the heavens to make a bridge.

once a year, the birds make a bridge so that altair and vega can meet. it is a beautiful story about love, typical shriveled-dick patriarchs who need to meddle instead of minding their own bizness, and astronomical cockblocks.

this year, they meet on august 2 (칠석). on this day, please be kind to a magpie or crow, bone the one you love, and give “the man” the finger in honor of altair and vega.




i wrote a story to go with it on my blog
actually it has nothing to do with this picture, but that i kept misspelling tristan/tristram from that arthurian legend as “tristen.” and “triste” means “sad” so i started to imagine, yadda yadda blah blah

i wrote a story to go with it on my blog

actually it has nothing to do with this picture, but that i kept misspelling tristan/tristram from that arthurian legend as “tristen.” and “triste” means “sad” so i started to imagine, yadda yadda blah blah

fort tilden was nice but much improved with my students’ monsters