Actresses wait at a theater in #Chechnya. Photo by @DianaMarkosian for sale at #hkphotoseries: http://tinyurl.com/odgjq3n #Muslimwomen #internationalwomensday2014
- Price of a 45-minute private yoga lesson for a dog at Japan Trimming School in Tokyo: $34
- Price of #CanineKingdom, @landonnordeman ‘s dog show photo exhibit opening at #TheHalfKing Weds 3/12: $0. @elisabethbiondi will moderate. 🐺 #hkphotoseries (at The Half King)
Awkward or elegant backstage at the 2011 Doggy Fashion Show? The people will decide for themselves when @LandonNordeman opens #CanineKingdom at The Half King next Weds, 3/12/14. @ElisabethBiondi will referee! #hkphotoseries #squaready (at The Half King)
RG @wired: Drones falling from the sky. Radio blackouts on the front lines. Read what happens when the US military loses control of the wireless spectrum. In the new issue of WIRED: “Inside the New Arms Race to Control Bandwidth on the Battlefield” (📷 Dan Winters) #regramapp #Drone #data-driven war #surveillance
RG @littlebrownmushroom: Dream Song 14
By John Berryman
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) “Ever to confess you’re bored
means you have no
Inner Resources.” I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as Achilles,
who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving behind: me, wag. YES: and @landonnordeman opens his joyful photo exhibit, #caninekingdom, at The Half King 3/12/14 #hkphotoseries #dogshow
From 2012—that’s Moscow alight in the middle with Kiev bright too at about 7 o’clock.
#GoogleMapsGallery #satellitephoto #Surveillance.01 #EarthatNight #2012
Lucky 3/12: @landonnordeman opens his Canine Kingdom exhibit at #TheHalfKing and @elisabethbiondi sits with us to moderate. #hkphoto #westminster #dogshow @dogculture (at The Half King)
Dumbo meeting about #surveillance exhibit means lunch with beautiful architecture. #dragnet #drones #surveillancephoto #DUMBO
Half King exhibitor #DianaMarkosian, just included in PDN’ 30, has 4 of her beautiful images for sale at www.halfkingphoto. #halfkingphoto #printsforsale #youngMuslimgirls #Chechnya #narrativenonfiction #PDN30 #artforsale
Want to see what looks like #Westminster, #Spikelee? The Half King opens Landon Nordeman’s Canine Kingdom 3/12/14—coifs and poofs as far as the eye can see! And then there are the dogs…
#HalfKingPhoto #Westminster #dogshow #LandonNordman
“I write every day. It is not a burden. It is the way I live.”
The greatest writer.
OF the visages of things—And of piercing through to the accepted hells beneath;
Of ugliness—To me there is just as much in it as there is in beauty—And now the ugliness of human
beings is acceptable to me;
Of detected persons—To me, detected persons are not, in any respect, worse than undetected
persons—and are not in any respect worse than I am myself;
Of criminals—To me, any judge, or any juror, is equally criminal—and any reputable person is also—
and the President is also.
OF waters, forests, hills;
Of the earth at large, whispering through medium of me;
Of vista—Suppose some sight in arriere, through the formative chaos, presuming the growth,
fulness, life, now attain’d on the journey;
(But I see the road continued, and the journey ever continued;)
Of what was once lacking on earth, and in due time has become supplied—And of what will yet be
Because all I see and know, I believe to have purport in what will yet be supplied.
OF persons arrived at high positions, ceremonies, wealth, scholarships, and the like;
To me, all that those persons have arrived at, sinks away from them, except as it results to their
Bodies and Souls,
So that often to me they appear gaunt and naked;
And often, to me, each one mocks the others, and mocks himself or herself,
And of each one, the core of life, namely happiness, is full of the rotten excrement of maggots,
And often, to me, those men and women pass unwittingly the true realities of life, and go toward
And often, to me, they are alive after what custom has served them, but nothing more,
And often, to me, they are sad, hasty, unwaked sonnambules, walking the dusk.
OF ownership—As if one fit to own things could not at pleasure enter upon all, and incorporate them
into himself or herself;
Of Equality—As if it harm’d me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself—As if it were
not indispensable to my own rights that others possess the same;
Of Justice—As if Justice could be anything but the same ample law, expounded by natural judges and
As if it might be this thing or that thing, according to decisions.
As I sit with others, at a great feast, suddenly, while the music is playing,
To my mind, (whence it comes I know not,) spectral, in mist, of a wreck at sea,
Of the flower of the marine science of fifty generations, founder’d off the Northeast coast, and going
down—Of the steamship Arctic going down,
Of the veil’d tableau—Women gather’d together on deck, pale, heroic, waiting the moment that draws
so close—O the moment!
O the huge sob—A few bubbles—the white foam spirting up—And then the women gone,
Sinking there, while the passionless wet flows on—And I now pondering, Are those women indeed
Are Souls drown’d and destroy’d so?
Is only matter triumphant?
OF what I write from myself—As if that were not the resumé;
Of Histories—As if such, however complete, were not less complete than my poems;
As if the shreds, the records of nations, could possibly be as lasting as my poems;
As if here were not the amount of all nations, and of all the lives of heroes.
OF obedience, faith, adhesiveness;
As I stand aloof and look, there is to me something profoundly affecting in large masses of men,
following the lead of those who do not believe in men.