hifructosemag:

A careful collector of found objects and (ethically sourced) animal bones, Jessica Joslincreates delicate sculptures that gracefully encase skeletal remains in baroque ornamentation. Using antique metals from chandeliers, samovars and other Victorian-era relics, Joslin gives the creatures whose bones she utilizes a dignified appearance even in death. Her work is both decorative and visceral, as her intricate craftsmanship belies her haunting subject matter. The artist recently created a new body of work for her solo show, “The Immortal Zoo,”opening October 24 at the non-profit gallery Firecat Projects in Chicago. Watch a teaser video and check out our preview of her latest work on Hi-Fructose.

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"My left hand will live longer than my right. The rivers
of my palms tell me so.
Never argue with rivers. Never expect your lives to finish
at the same time. I think

praying, I think clapping is how hands mourn. I think
staying up and waiting
for paintings to sigh is science. In another dimension this
is exactly what’s happening,

it’s what they write grants about: the chromodynamics
of mournful Whistlers,
the audible sorrow and beta decay of “Old Battersea Bridge.”
I like the idea of different

theres and elsewheres, an Idaho known for bluegrass,
a Bronx where people talk
like violets smell. Perhaps I am somewhere patient, somehow
kind, perhaps in the nook

of a cousin universe I’ve never defiled or betrayed
anyone. Here I have
two hands and they are vanishing, the hollow of your back
to rest my cheek against,

your voice and little else but my assiduous fear to cherish.
My hands are webbed
like the wind-torn work of a spider, like they squeezed
something in the womb

but couldn’t hang on. One of those other worlds
or a life I felt
passing through mine, or the ocean inside my mother’s belly
she had to scream out.

Here when I say “I never want to be without you,”
somewhere else I am saying
“I never want to be without you again.” And when I touch you
in each of the places we meet

in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever."

Bob Hicok, ”Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem” (via focloir)

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"

somewhere
there is a women in China holding a black umbrella so she
won’t taste the salt of the rain when the sky begins to weep,

there is a 17 year old girl who smells like pomegranates and has summer air tight on her naked skin, wrapping around her scars
like veins in a bloody garden, who won’t make it past tomorrow,

there is a young man, who buys yellow flowers for the woman
in apartment 84B, who learned braille when he realized she
couldn’t read his poetry about her white neck and mint eyes

there are people watching films,
making love for the first time, opening mail with the
heading of ‘i miss you’, cooking noodles with
organic spices and red sauces, buying lemon detergent,
ignoring ‘do not smoke’ signs, painting murals
of his lips in abandoned warehouses, chewing
the words ‘i love you’ over and over again, swallowing
phone numbers and forgotten birthdays, eating
strawberry pies, drinking white wine off of each
others open mouths, ignoring the telephone,
reading this poem

somewhere
someone is thinking
i’m alone
somewhere
someone finally understands
they never really
were

"

poems from my uncles graves (via vzhod)

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intercedeth:

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Wish I would’ve gotten to this sooner since it’s late to be posting, but I really love this particular message and the discussion around “being a man” and how it relates to the treatment of women as well as gay men (or anyone else perceived as “less” / equivocated with being undesirably weak)

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mutantfunnies:

from Mutant #5 by John Dermot Woods

mutantfunnies:

from Mutant #5 by John Dermot Woods

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akumaaizawa:
Akuma Aizawa

akumaaizawa:

Akuma Aizawa

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darksilenceinsuburbia:

Jun Kaneko

Heads

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chhhoke:

idc - 16/10/14

chhhoke:

idc - 16/10/14

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"I’m not for everyone. I’m barely for me."

Marc Maron (via ugh)

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On second thought let’s not say names/I’ll just be me and you be you/two perfect strangers being sneaky with a flask of booze

On second thought let’s not say names/I’ll just be me and you be you/two perfect strangers being sneaky with a flask of booze

strangealtars:

Things are getting precarious in here. Small batches. 

(Strange Altars #1 - FOOD)

includes contributions from burningfp, 3liza, andrewjanjigian, gantpants, traversefamilypicnic, goat-boots, publicfruit, erinmatt, ayarosen, fungusfocusedfreak, zeroisaplaceholderzero, inchesgiven, ghostcafe, garychapple, and more

IT’S COMING.

strangealtars:

Things are getting precarious in here. Small batches.

(Strange Altars #1 - FOOD)

includes contributions from burningfp, 3liza, andrewjanjigian, gantpants, traversefamilypicnic, goat-boots, publicfruit, erinmatt, ayarosen, fungusfocusedfreak, zeroisaplaceholderzero, inchesgiven, ghostcafe, garychapple, and more

IT’S COMING.

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galaxiesz:

methpool:

24/9

thank you for not making this gradient

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