Video 12 Apr 44 notes

gacougnol:

Alexander Rodchenko
Vladimir Mayakovsky portraits
1924

via Gacougnol.
Quote 25 Mar 279 notes
(I know you: you’re the one who’s bent so low.
You hold me—I’m the riddled one—in bondage.
What word could burn as witness for us two?
You’re my reality. I’m your mirage.)
— Paul Celan, from Glottal Stop, trans. Nikolai Popov and Heather McHugh (via proustitute)
Video 25 Mar

It’s the blaze across my nightgown
it’s the phone’s ring.

I think last night
you were driving circles around me.

Text 17 Mar The Suicides

They ask: the world gives them a stone,
revolving until the greater part of her is in darkness.

Out among the night-stations the signals falter,
the mechanism of the cell winds down.

We can do nothing now but watch, watch and wait,
leaving them to the winds, the drag of the tides,

who lately were apt to brood upon themselves and hatch
a rope, a hook, a chair, a bell, a solicitude:

rarely a kindness. To themselves they were least kind.
Like us, they were unable to believe

the frequencies of light concerned them:
they followed the logic of the particle down

to the sea floor, literalists who found a solution.
In this silence, in this immeasurable interval

between systole and dawn, we ask:
she gives us the snowdrop’s sidereal pallor.

- Caitriona O’Reilly

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Don’t Spy on Us! Today is #thedaywefightback against mass surveillance. Take action now to reform UK spying law. http://thndr.it/1gU2QC2

Link 10 Feb GCHQ - Don't Spy On Us»

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Video 1 Feb

Those crazy nPower people

Link 11 Jan 9 notes Happy 40th Birthday Ziggurat»

keeptheziggurat:

On Saturday 12 January 1974, lovers of concrete, bookworms, proud Brummies and those with more than the average share of general curiosity, gathered in Chamberlain Square to await the official opening of John Madin’s Central Library building. The big cheese with the scissors was the Rt Hon Harold…

Photo 5 Jan 1 note
Quote 4 Sep 7 notes
Evil is unspectacular and always human,
And shares our bed and eats at our own table …
— W.H. Auden (via divine-despair)
Quote 30 Aug

The Glamoured

Brightening brightness, alone on the road, she appears,
Crystalline crystal and sparkle of blue in green eyes,
Sweetness of sweetness in her unembittered young voice
And a high colour dawning behind the pearl of her face.

Ringlets and ringlets, a curl in every tress
Of her fair hair trailing and brushing the dew on the grass;
And a gem from her birthplace far in the high universe
Outglittering glass and gracing the groove of her breasts.

News that was secret she whispered to soothe her aloneness,
News of one due to return and reclaim his true place,
News of the ruin of those who had cast him in darkness,
News that was awesome, too awesome to utter in verse.

My head got lighter and lighter but still I approached her,
Enthralled by her thraldom, helplessly held and bewildered,
Choking and calling Christ’s name: then she fled in a shimmer
To Luachra Fort where only the glamoured can enter.

I hurtled and hurled myself madly following after
Over keshes and marshes and mosses and treacherous moors
And arrived at that stronghold unsure about how I had got there,
That earthwork of earth the orders of magic once reared.

A gang of thick louts were shouting loud insults and jeering
And a curly-haired coven in fits of sniggers and sneers:
Next thing I was taken and cruelly shackled in fetters
As the breasts of the maiden were groped by a thick-witted boor.

I tried then as hard as I could to make her hear truth,
How wrong she was to be linked to that lazarous swine
When the pride of the pure Scottish stock, a prince of the blood,
Was ardent and eager to wed her and make her his bride.

When she heard me, she started to weep, but pride was the cause
Of those tears that came wetting her cheeks and shone in her eyes;
Then she sent me a guard to guide me out of the fortress,
Who’d appeared to me, lone on the road, a brightening brightness.

Calamity, shock, collapse, heartbreak and grief
To think of her sweetnes, her beauty, her mildness, her life
Defiled at the hands of a hornmaster sprung from riff-raff,
And no hope of redress till the lions ride back on the wave.

Video 19 Jul 1 note

Stewart Lee - “On Not Writing” (by StEdmundHall)

Quote 27 Jun 1 note
Surely it is enough that the likes of you and me at least try to make our small contribution count for something true and worthy. And if some of us are prepared to sacrifice much in life in order to pursue such aspirations, surely that is in itself, whatever the outcome, cause for pride and contentment.
— Kazuo Ishiguro
Photo 25 May Birmingham railway cutting between Five Ways and New Street stations

Birmingham railway cutting between Five Ways and New Street stations

Photo 19 Apr 11 notes howtoseewithoutacamera:

by Thurston Hopkins
British Colour Conflict, January 1955: A recent emigrant from Jamaica arrives in Birmingham looking for work and lodgings.
(via Burned Shoes)

howtoseewithoutacamera:

by Thurston Hopkins

British Colour Conflict, January 1955: A recent emigrant from Jamaica arrives in Birmingham looking for work and lodgings.

(via Burned Shoes)


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