A Howl at the Moon

Gonna make some things and show them to people
myhedonismmyhell: Lili was born with these black spots, and when she was two years old, her mother could no longer stand this “fur child”, and in her frustration abandoned Lili, never to return. Her father, who had been working long-term in Guiyang brought her to a children’s nursery, and never reappeared. There are black spots the size of fists and coins spread over her body. On these spots also grow downy black fur. These black spots cover over 60% of her skin. Lili is very lively and energetic, and loves to laugh. She also tries to find other children to play with, but the other little children either run away scared or make fun of her. Over time, Lili had a nickname: Little Monkey.

myhedonismmyhell:

Lili was born with these black spots, and when she was two years old, her mother could no longer stand this “fur child”, and in her frustration abandoned Lili, never to return. Her father, who had been working long-term in Guiyang brought her to a children’s nursery, and never reappeared.

There are black spots the size of fists and coins spread over her body. On these spots also grow downy black fur. These black spots cover over 60% of her skin.

Lili is very lively and energetic, and loves to laugh. She also tries to find other children to play with, but the other little children either run away scared or make fun of her. Over time, Lili had a nickname: Little Monkey.

blunderbussmag: Alex Howe—Blunderbuss editor and the Pauline Kael of GIFs—on the micro-drama above: “We aren’t better than animals; atavism can be an improvement. Food, shelter, affection! I read about a girl who saw Oprah suggest ‘zones’ for a child’s room: play, clothes, etc. The girl ran to her room and made zones, the first flowering of an OCD that dogged her for years.”

blunderbussmag:

Alex Howe—Blunderbuss editor and the Pauline Kael of GIFs—on the micro-drama above: “We aren’t better than animals; atavism can be an improvement. Food, shelter, affection! I read about a girl who saw Oprah suggest ‘zones’ for a child’s room: play, clothes, etc. The girl ran to her room and made zones, the first flowering of an OCD that dogged her for years.”

Crow realized God loved him-
Otherwise, he would have dropped dead.
So that was proved.
Crow reclined, marvelling, on his heart-beat.

And he realized that God spoke Crow-
Just existing was His revelation.

But what Loved the stones and spoke stone?
They seemed to exist too.
And what spoke that strange silence
After his clamour of caws faded?

And what loved the shot-pellets
That dribbled from those strung-up mummifying crows?
What spoke the silence of lead?

Crow realized there were two Gods-

One of them much bigger than the other
Loving his enemies
And having all the weapons.

—“Crow’s Theology”, Ted Hughes (via thebloodybusiness)

Working I

I’m trying to make an immersive theatrical event which will build a temporary community around the creation of art and the harmony and discord between our animalistic and divine natures.


But all I made tonight was an omelet.

When I say I’m cruel, I mean I can’t get on without making people suffer. Like a live coal. A live coal in others’ hearts. When I’m alone I flicker out.

—Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit (via myarmisnotalilactree)

(Source: frenchtwist, via alfredlordtennisanyone)