23 Tingo (Pascuense language of Easter Island): to borrow objects one by one from a neighbor’s house until there is nothing left
Beasts of the Southern Wild:
Hushpuppy, an intrepid six-year-old girl, lives with her father, Wink, in “the Bathtub,” a southern Delta community at the edge of the world. Wink’s tough love prepares her for the unraveling of the universe; for a time when he’s no longer there to protect her. When Wink contracts a mysterious illness, nature flies out of whack-temperatures rise, and the ice caps melt, unleashing an army of prehistoric creatures called aurochs. With the waters rising, the aurochs coming, and Wink’s health fading, Hushpuppy goes in search of her lost mother.
FUTURE DYSTOPIA STARRING BB POC GIRL IN BOOTS
HOW IS THIS MOVIE NOT RELEVANT TO YOUR INTERESTS
WHAT IS THIS FUCKIN MAGIC. OH MY GOD GET IN MY EYEBALLS NOW. EVERYONE WATCH THIS TRAILER NOW.
I wonder if this is the best movie ever made? It looks like it might be.
Tumblr oh tumblr how does tumblr work HOW do you reply to posts? I see people replying to posts. It is a thing that is done! Why can I not figure out this interface? I have been on the internet since 1996.
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Jack Gilbert, “The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart”
How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,
and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say,
God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words
get it all wrong. We say bread and it means according
to which nation. French has no word for home,
and we have no word for strict pleasure. A people
in northern India is dying out because their ancient
tongue has no words for endearment. I dream of lost
vocabularies that might express some of what
we no longer can. Maybe the Etruscan texts would
finally explain why the couples on their tombs
are smiling. And maybe not. When the thousands
of mysterious Sumerian tablets were translated,
they seemed to be business records. But what if they
are poems or psalms? My joy is the same as twelve
Ethiopian goats standing silent in the morning light.
O Lord, thou art slabs of salt and ingots of copper,
as grand as ripe barley lithe under the wind’s labor.
Her breasts are six white oxen loaded with bolts
of long-fibered Egyptian cotton. My love is a hundred
pitchers of honey. Shiploads of thuya are what
my body wants to say to your body. Giraffes are this
desire in the dark. Perhaps the spiral Minoan script
is not language but a map. What we feel most has
no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses, and birds.
(Source: poetryeater.com, via poetryeater)
NYC film makers Robert Kolodny and Bennett Elliott (of Land of Nod) made this ode to Paris during a week-long visit with friends.
via Vimeo.
New historical crush!!Julie D’Aubigny was a 17th-century bisexual French opera singer and fencing master who killed or wounded at least ten men in life-or-death duels, performed nightly shows on the biggest and most highly-respected opera stage in the world, and once took the Holy Orders just so that she could sneak into a convent and bang a nun. If nothing in that sentence at least marginally interests you, I have no idea why you’re visiting this website. (via Badass of the Week: Julie D’Aubigny, La Maupin) (thank you, Rachel!)
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Vidi, dilexi, comedi.
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Sendak-style Avengers
My plans for the weekend: going to this movie and trying to find a copy of Outside Over There, the most terrifying book of my childhood, in the Galway City Library.
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One of the cleverest things in Lawrence I think - I’m not sure whose idea it was, probably John Box - as you know Peter is given these robes fairly early on when he’s accepted by the Arabs, and then the rot starts to set in. And what they did was they gradually changed the material of which his Arab clothes were made, and they made it thinner and thinner until it was just muslin. At the end, he looked almost ghost-like, because the clothes he was wearing were the exact copies of the rich silk he wore at the beginning but they were almost transparent. It gave a kind of faded look which worked a treat. Nobody ever spots it. - David Lean
(Source: smallnartless, via star-cunning)
