Lost with the lights on

This blog is a slush of miscellaneous bullshit. The best thing about tumblr is that I can post content at my own discretion, without a particular theme. And that's exactly what you'll find here: art, webcomics, music, cute folks, etc. I used to post political things here, but now they're reserved for my political blog, leftistshuffle.tumblr.com. I also co-mod fuckyeahamericanart.
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Actually I am recovering from getting very drunk last night, and if I do nothing I feel everyone in the office is looking at me, so I have to write letters as there is nothing on at the moment.
The novelist Anthony Powell, writing in a 1927 letter. Read Ed Park's reflection on the writer’s work. (via newyorker)

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Shang Ma (Chinese, b. China, based San Francisco, CA, USA) - Existence No.8      Paintings: Oil on Canvas

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darksilenceinsuburbia:

Fortunis Licetus De Monstris

Fortunio Liceti (1577-1657) was an Italian philosopher, doctor and scientist. He studied medicine and philosophy at the University of Bologna before becoming a lecturer of logic at the University of Pisa and then a professor of philosophy at the University of Padua. Liceti was omnivorous in his interests writing books on mathematics, philosophy, astronomy, genetics and disease. He was friends with Galileo and the mathematician Bonaventura Cavalieri, who once remarked that Liceti was such a prodigious scholar that he produced a book a week. It’s certainly true that Liceti did have a rather impressive output of scientific and philosophical texts during his life ranging on subjects as diverse as the immortality of the soul, gem stones and the causes of headaches (which he thought were the microcosmic equivalent of lightning).

His most famous work was De monstrorum causis, natura et differentiis (Of the causes of monsters, nature and differences) that documented the many “monstrosities” and deformities reported in nature. The book chimed with the public’s interest in “monsters” and “freaks” and Liceti documented all of the stories of man-beasts, mermaids, wolf children as well as the physical abnormalities he had witnessed (co-joined twins, multiple-limbed children, hermaphrodites and alike). Liceti did not consider these “monstri” as abnormal, but rather as attempts of nature to fashion life as best as possible, in the same way an artist would create art with whatever materials were available.

It is said that I see the convergence of both Nature and art, because one or the other not being able to make what they want, they at least make what they can.

He was also the first to posit the idea that fetal disease could lead to abnormalities in children.

De monstrorum causis, natura et differentiis was first published in 1616 without illustrations, a lavish illustrated second edition was published in Padua in 1634, with a further edition De monstris (or what you might call the mass market edition) was produced in Amsterdam in 1665. It is from the last edition that these incredible images are from.

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Spencer Tunick

Düsseldorf 4 (Museum Kunst Palast) 2006

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Euan Macleod (b. 1956, Christchurch, New Zealand) - Figures In Cavern, 2014      Paintings: Acrylics on Polyester

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theparisreview:

Philip Guston, “Solitary II,” 1970, from “Drawings.”

chimneyfish:

Plague Hospital, 1798-1800

Francisco De Goya

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… all the waves rolled by like scrolls of silver; and, by their soft, suffusing seethings, made what seemed a silvery silence, not a solitude …
Herman Melville, Moby Dick (via petrichour)

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richwhitelesbian:

bro i love sports and women. i got to like 8th base with this hot babe “8th base whats that” she took me to the house she grew up in and showed me pictures of her dead relatives. We sat in the living room and she told me the stories of her life that lead to that moment. Like quicksand they, and that moment were gone and we left back into the cold world which we’d been spat into. It was raining

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