Neil Geiman on people like us.
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Son Lux
—Leave The Riches (Violetness Remix)
Proud to have co-produced this track in collaboration with Violetness and Son Lux.
The record drops today, released by Anticon.
It’s called “Leave the Riches”
Pick it up on iTunes or here:
Mad Men in Black & White.
(via welltakemanhattan)
A year from now, you may wish you had started today.
—Karen Lamb
On Sendak
“A largely self-taught illustrator, Mr. Sendak was at his finest a shtetl Blake, portraying a luminous world, at once lovely and dreadful, suspended between wakefulness and dreaming. In so doing, he was able to convey both the propulsive abandon and the pervasive melancholy of children’s interior lives.”
[…] he cherished the letters that individual children sent him unbidden, which burst with the sparks that his work had ignited.
“Dear Mr. Sendak,” read one, from an 8-year-old boy. “How much does it cost to get to where the wild things are? If it is not expensive, my sister and I would like to spend the summer there.”
from NYT Obit, by Margalit Fox
(Source: pussylequeer, via pussylequeer)
David Michael in 30 years.
There sat down, once, a thing on Henry’s heart
só heavy, if he had a hundred years
& more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time
Henry could not make good.
Starts again always in Henry’s ears
the little cough somewhere, an odour, a chime.
And there is another thing he has in mind
like a grave Sienese face a thousand years
would fail to blur the still profiled reproach of. Ghastly,
with open eyes, he attends, blind.
All the bells say: too late. This is not for tears;
thinking.
But never did Henry, as he thought he did,
end anyone and hacks her body up
and hide the pieces, where they may be found.
He knows: he went over everyone, & nobody’s missing.
Often he reckons, in the dawn, them up.
Nobody is ever missing.
