Singing with the longest echo in the world- Lucie Treacher from Lucie Treacher on Vimeo.
"Perfect encapsulation of all that is wrong with Williamsburg: a cardboard cutout of a pair of sneakers hanging from a power line." --@BBolander via @tithenai
The only trabacolo still floating...
(via Dallas Poets Community on Facebook)
"Hours Gray
by: Francis Vielé-Griffin (1864-1937)
translated by Jethro Bithell
THOSE hours were good to us,
Like nuns with pity pale.
Sweet hours monotonous,
Drowning in mist, as does
A sister in her veil.
Those smiles that had not, after,
The writhen lip of gall,
Were they not worth our laughter?
Dear, worse hours can befall
Than those in foggy pall.
They went by sad and swathed,
As praying nuns do wind,
In gleams of opal bathed,
The gentle hours resigned.
Our souls are sisters still
Of hours of autumn gray.
Their gloaming brought no chill,
But blurred our follies, till
Our hearts were hid away."
(via) via @KameronHurley)
"To complete the proof, Mochizuki had invented a new branch of his discipline, one that is astonishingly abstract even by the standards of pure maths. 'Looking at it, you feel a bit like you might be reading a paper from the future, or from outer space,' number theorist Jordan Ellenberg, of the University of Wisconsin–Madison, wrote on his blog a few days after the paper appeared.." (Thread.)
(still from I Know Where I'm Going via @GaryJKemp via @HarrySKeeler)
"Joseph Conrad based his novel Nostromo on Cunninghame Graham's life..."
