May
25th
Fri
25th
May
18th
Fri
18th
Balanced line drawing in ink. Print viewing time.
Apr
22nd
Sun
22nd
Warhol, like.
Apr
15th
Sun
15th
Money Tree - by Kilgore Trout
Trout, incidentally, had written a book about a money tree. It had twenty-dollar bills for leaves. Its flowers were government bonds. Its fruit was diamonds. It attracted human beings who killed each other around the roots and made very good fertilizer.
So it goes.
Dec
15th
Thu
15th
Nov
28th
Mon
28th
it must have been a lie: beluga whales
What did you say? she asked.
Nothing. He was very tired. The woman smoked in silence. Do you ever
wonder about beluga whales?
Geryon asked. Her eyebrows were startling, like two ascending insects.
Is it an endangered species?
No I mean in tanks in captivity just floating.
No—why?
What do they think about? Floating in there. All night.
Nothing.
That’s impossible.
Why?
You can’t be alive and think about nothing. You can’t but you’re not a whale.
Why should it be different?
Why should it be the same? But I look in their eyes and I see them thinking.
Nonsense. It is yourself you see—it’s guilt.
Guilt? Why would I be guilty about whales? Not my fault they’re in a tank.
Exactly. So why are you guilty—whose
tank are you in?
from Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson
(via swallowed-up)
