What do ruined people do? Weird shit. This seems to be the consensus of psychoanalysts as far back as Freud and Jung; the traumatized self creates, out of necessity, a system of self-care that is keen to avoid repeat trauma. This makes change difficult; it makes people who’ve had part of their psyches destroyed by unmanageable emotions push people and emotions away, create obstacles, generate unnecessary drama. — Emily Rapp, “Grief Magic,” The Rumpus
Allan Sekula, Mother and Premature Baby, Kessel, 2008
Allan Sekula had a remarkable, indomitable spirit. For over two years, from the first word that his body could not be repaired, he fought against the inevitable with inner strength and grace. At first he continued to travel for his work, then his many collaborators traveled to him so that several projects could move forward. He lost weight and he lost energy, but he never lost that keen eye and sharp mind that saw so clearly what was wrong with this world. Hospitalized again after suffering a massive hemorrhage, he finally gave up the struggle on Saturday, August 10. — Via East of Borneo
Animated GIF art by Paolo Ceric
On a bus, people speak as if they shared long histories. And I suppose the bus becomes its own kind of long history. Eighteen years before, I met a veteran from the first Gulf War who, standing outside the Cheyenne station, surveyed the vast plains before us and announced to me, “All women want to kill a man.” I had met him ten, maybe fifteen minutes before. At the time, I assumed he was mentally disturbed. But having now been married ten years to a woman in whose eyes I have seen murder, I am not so sure. — "Fifty Shades of Greyhound," Oxford American
When we talk about selfies, what we are really talking about is teenage girls. “Teenage girls” here is more of a concept than a biological necessity; the age is primarily arbitrary and the girl-ness is semiotic at best. But the disgust at the moral failures of kids today, with their iPhones and their Instagrams is a gendered disgust — it is disgust for bodies whose worth is determined not by those who inhabit them, but by those who look at them. It is disgust for bodies that run in emulation, whose primary labour is dedicated to looking a particular way rather than making a particular thing. — "The Young Girl and the Selfie"
We printed the fucking internet.
Kazimir Malevich’s “gravestone,” the Black Square (photo 1935).
"Bury me beneath the Black Square."
Ed Drew’s tintype photographs of fellow soldiers in the Helmand Province, Afghanistan.
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