waitwhat.


#nom

#nom

(via somepalechick)


Soy el que es nadie el que no fue una espada
En la guerra, soy eco, olvido, nada.
JLB Soy

surrealism:


Sunday Dalí: Suburbs of the Paranoiac-Critical City; Afternoon on the Outskirts of European History, 1936. Oil on wood, 46 x 66 cm.
Here’s a few of the paranoiac-critical transformations in this work (this works better if you look at the large-sized image):
The grapes in Gala’s hand are the same shape as the horse (on her right). These both have the same shape as the skull just below the horse.
The mirror on the nightstand is the same basic shape as the classical architecture just above it.
The bell in the arch in the distant tower is the same shape as the girl in the courtyard.
The distant tower, itself, is the same shape as the arch in the mid-ground.
The cabinet in the foreground on the right is the same as the arch with a person in it in the distance.
The shrouded figures on the left are seen in relief in the chair.
Of course, there’s a lot more; but, those are a few.

surrealism:

Sunday Dalí: Suburbs of the Paranoiac-Critical City; Afternoon on the Outskirts of European History, 1936. Oil on wood, 46 x 66 cm.

Here’s a few of the paranoiac-critical transformations in this work (this works better if you look at the large-sized image):

  • The grapes in Gala’s hand are the same shape as the horse (on her right). These both have the same shape as the skull just below the horse.
  • The mirror on the nightstand is the same basic shape as the classical architecture just above it.
  • The bell in the arch in the distant tower is the same shape as the girl in the courtyard.
  • The distant tower, itself, is the same shape as the arch in the mid-ground.
  • The cabinet in the foreground on the right is the same as the arch with a person in it in the distance.
  • The shrouded figures on the left are seen in relief in the chair.

Of course, there’s a lot more; but, those are a few.


Laylah Ali

Laylah Ali



New América,

la America de derrames de petróleo en el Golfo, la América de fronteras de acero y cemento, la America donde el yanki no te vende bananas sino la Libertad, la América computadorizada, comodificada al mismo ritmo que el precio del quinoa y el café. Y qué es la Nueva América? Pues eso intent averiguar. 


FINALLY



Translation circa last year

No, he’s not the only one who’s been damaged. Now she has a denture. Makes deep kisses tricky. Risk of falling out. The confused lover’s mouth full. The only option is to take out the device that’s causing the outrage between the thumb and the index finger. Or else crunch. And swallow everything.

 

c. Annie Saumont 

C’est Rien Ça Va Passer