thenotes:

It’s as if he didn’t know himself very well. He doesn’t think much about himself, although he believes that he does (albeit without great conviction). He doesn’t see himself, doesn’t know himself, or, rather, he doesn’t delve into or investigate himself. Yes, that’s it: it isn’t that he doesn’t know himself, merely that this is a kind of knowledge that doesn’t interest him and which he therefore barely cultivates. He doesn’t examine himself, he would see this as a waste of time. Perhaps it doesn’t interest him because it’s all water under the bridge; he has little curiosity about himself. He just takes himself for granted, or assumes he knows himself. But people change. He doesn’t bother recording or analysing his changes, he’s not up to date with them. He’s introspective. And yet the more he appears to be looking in, the more he is, in fact, looking out. He’s only interested in the external, in others, and that is why he sees so clearly. But his interest in people has nothing to do with wanting to intervene in their lives or to influence them, nor with any utilitarian aim. He may not care very much what happens to anyone.

Javier Marías, Your Face Tomorrow, Volume 1: Fever and Spear

Can anyone suggest writings on the relationship between Art and Critique to me?

Actinomycosis of the face

While common in cattle (especially young weaned bulls and heifers), actinomycosis is rare in humans. It’s an opportunistic infection, becoming entrenched while the immune system is compromised by disease or malnutrition, and when it becomes established inside the body (most often the chest) is often misdiagnosed as a neoplasm (neoplasm = “new growth” - a tumor).

On the face, it causes a slow-growing, lumpy surface, that ignores tissue layers, and creates sinuses (holes) that spontaneously heal and recur as the disease progresses.

While once thought to be a mycosis, or fungal infection (hence its name), actinomycosis is now known to be caused by anaerobic, gram-positive bacteria. As it’s still a very uncommon condition in humans, actinomycosis has not developed much resistance to antibiotics, and is generally responsive to penicillin and amoxicillin. However, because the bacteria can become so entrenched in areas that do not receive high amounts of blood flow, the antibiotics must be continued for up to a year, if the disease has been present for a long time.

Diseases of the Skin. James H. Sequiera, 1919.

(Source: biomedicalephemera)

puketrick:

Two pages that appeared in Smoke Signal 17 in November. 

Rediscovered this gem today. Getting real emo about it.

A younger me experienced years of being totally taken aback by this song. The overt self loathing, the strange mix of aggression and apprehension. It blew me away. Sort of harsh, but still the most tender song on Knife Play, and the only one I could listen to in my parents house - when they weren’t paying much attention - without headphones. How many times in school did I embarrass myself trying to show any other Xiu Xiu songs to oblivious friends? Just enough. The cover to this album was some obscure landscape, or maybe a microscope slide. Either way this song, like so many others, swayed exactly zero of my friends at the time into Jamie Stewart’s fanbase

I remember noting all the repetition in the titles as if they had some unbound significance, the name “Suha” itself weirdly ambiguous, until I found the sense to Google it and read up on Suha Arafat. I remember getting pissed off for no real reason when I became convinced that this was a “political” song, but even if I hadn’t had occasion to grow the hell up, or missed any of several opportunities to learn about art and using other people to find ways to speak about yourself I think I probably still would have returned to this song for purely visceral reasons.

I hate my body / I hate the desert
I’m gonna hang myself. / When will I be going home?

tomyfriendszine:

our third story of our first month is ‘mighty effulgence,’ by sarah pace. 

sarah pace is a writer in south carolina now living in rochester. she is casually grumpy and mostly on time. her work is influenced by bones and dirty tile floors. see more of her writing at mintyballard.tumblr.com

her story is set dead in the center of this month’s issue, and it is incredible.

tomyfriendszine:

our third story of our first month is ‘mighty effulgence,’ by sarah pace.

sarah pace is a writer in south carolina now living in rochester. she is casually grumpy and mostly on time. her work is influenced by bones and dirty tile floors. see more of her writing at mintyballard.tumblr.com

her story is set dead in the center of this month’s issue, and it is incredible.

unbornwhiskey:

How many men he has been: he’s half-certain he’s been everyone. It’s a chore to live so many lives, it’s an insult to live so few. Pythagoras briefly eludes consciousness and does not like what lies outside a self. It is just the howling absence of thought.

From “Pythagoras Too” in Birkensnake 6, a favorite of Miles' stories, which can probably be isolated to, a few paragraphs earlier, “the warp and shatter of trees.”

Miles is on some Anne Carson shit.

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