camden

big fan right here of a toss of thinly sliced onion and potato into hot butter in a skillet, forget it long enough to do a couple things and let it get sort of toasty

Anne Carson · Beware the man whose handwriting sways like a reed in the wind This​ is an essay about hands and handwriting. I think of handwriting as a way to organise thought into shapes. I like...

‘Scribbled, scrawled, gauche, idle, unlovely – the hand is no one’s, or everyone’s, or mythic, or just a stain left behind by something written there before. You cannot get away from yourself in your own hand.’

Anne Carson in the next issue, online early: www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v4...

Judith Butler: To Imagine a World After This, Democracy Needs the Humanities Many young people tell me that they fear there is no future. When they ask about the future, they are also asking: what is still imaginable or for what may we still hope? To say there is no future,…

“The beginning of democracy requires a transport into a necessary fiction.” Judith Butler on why democracy needs the humanities.

I keep saying this but... if you live in a big city and want to fight fascism, questioning what your mayor and cops are doing to unhoused people is an *excellent* start.

Criminalizing people who have nothing is how nice urban liberals do fascism.

they come for the artists first and don’t you forget it xx

Ali Smith, GLIFF (2024):

What do we need passports for? she said.

Yeah but a passport doesn’t prove we’re us, she said. We prove a passport’s it. We just are us. We’re us right now and we don’t have any passports to prove we’re us. Not having a passport doesn’t mean we, what, disappear.

i’m mad as hell and i’m not going to take it anymore

Greens is pretty chic for v/gf, Da Flora is *iconic* and wonderful if it’s the “but i like italian” kind of picky

The Trump Administration is launching nothing less than a giant affirmative action program for straight white men, a great many of whom, including Trump and Vance, are utterly unqualified for their positions and would be mocked for their hubris if they were women or Black or gay or.....

sometimes at the bookstore there is a teeny

tiny

ghost

sweet charity, the boyfriend, cabaret, victor/victoria, chicago

The photos here are just illustrations, taken on a path in the woods near dusk in November, bare trees, leafy ground, meandering route.....

Vaclav Havel: The kind of hope I often think about (especially in situations that are particularly hopeless, such as prison) I understand above all as a state of mind, not a state of the world.

i think it is hard to feel like an alien in this world. when i discovered lynch when i was fifteen, i found myself faced at last with a translation system: what if you could make work that looked like the mystery you face every day. the marvel and the horror. what if you could tell the truth?