wanderings
clippings for the people
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Photo reblogged from Unhappy Hipsters
Still waiting for gentrification to arrive.
(Photo: Samantha Contis; Dwell)
This one is perhaps one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen.
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Do you remember that old plum tree in the front yard? We used to pick the plums and put them in a large, aluminum mixing bowl, anxious for Mom to make jam. And we would bring them in, all…
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A cigarette in my left hand
and a rosary in my right, I hit
the bottle for the last timesome Wednesday in February.
But here I am, after a week,
with my finger in an ashtray, making…
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I have never looked up to an older brother. I have never asked with sincerity for my brother to come to my recital, my soccer game, my concert, my high-school graduation, my college… -
Whatever should be done, it is clear the Christian artist faces a peculiar enemy today: the expanding boredom of the modern age, which has the power to wash out even the severest expressions, and violence is its latest casualty. It is the constant duty of the Christian artist to outwit this amoebic tendency to consume and excrete, to make retail of riches. She must forge new paths of expression and restore old ones. When the world builds for itself a Tower of Babel, then she must paint a pile of rubble, and then when it is knocked down and the peoples wander in the refuse, she must paint a glittering city with jasper walls and foundations of precious stone.Alex Wilgus
(Source: relevantmagazine.com)
