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historicaltimes:

Lincoln at Antietam - September 1862

historicaltimes:

Lincoln at Antietam - September 1862

♥ 354 — Vor 2 Stunden on 19 Sept. 2014 — via historicaltimes

foxesinbreeches:

Polaroids by Andrei Tarkovsky from the book Instant Light: Tarkovsky Polaroids 

♥ 628 — Vor 7 Stunden on 19 Sept. 2014 — via rave-of-mutilation (source)

Non-fiction helps us pick up skills, introduces new processes to us, andlearn about stories that make our lives more bearable. Comparatively, fiction, its happy-go-lucky companion, doesn’t seem as fun to spend time with.

Why would we want to learn about the stuff that exists in imaginary universes? Fiction can seem like entertainment. Escapist alternatives to the valuable lessons in history, biographies, and business books. So with our finite amounts of time, the most effective thing to do would be to choose advice and information that applies into the real world, right?

♥ 4 — Vor 11 Stunden on 19 Sept. 2014

Salvador Dali tarot deck.

Salvador Dali tarot deck.

♥ 32773 — Vor 12 Stunden on 19 Sept. 2014 — via charlieambler (source)
rawmeatbetweenmyteeth:

Terayama Shuji (1935–83)

rawmeatbetweenmyteeth:

Terayama Shuji (1935–83)

♥ 84 — Vor 17 Stunden on 19 Sept. 2014 — via charlieambler
❝ Grouches, grouches, one must have them, and one must have the courage to live with them. That’s the nicest way to live. Nobody should be afraid of his little bit of weirdness. ❞
— Robert Walser, Nervous; trans. by Christopher Middleton
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this years phil club has two new characters

♥ 9 — Vor 23 Stunden on 18 Sept. 2014
theparisreview:

“Writers of fiction are collectors of useless information. They are the opposite of good, solid, wise citizens who collect good information and put it to good use. Fiction writers remember tiny little details, some of them almost malicious, but very telling. It’s a way of endlessly remembering. A face comes back after years and years and years, as though you’ve taken a photograph. It’s as though you have, for the moment, thought: I know that person very well. You could argue that you have some extraordinary insight, but actually it’s just a very hard-working imagination. It’s almost like a stress in you that goes on, nibbling and nibbling, gnawing away at you, in a very inquisitive way, wanting to know. And of course while all that’s happening you’re stroking in the colors, putting a line here and a line there, creating something that moves further and further away from the original. The truth emerges, the person who is created is a different person altogether—a person in their own right.”
—William Trevor, The Art of Fiction No. 108

theparisreview:

“Writers of fiction are collectors of useless information. They are the opposite of good, solid, wise citizens who collect good information and put it to good use. Fiction writers remember tiny little details, some of them almost malicious, but very telling. It’s a way of endlessly remembering. A face comes back after years and years and years, as though you’ve taken a photograph. It’s as though you have, for the moment, thought: I know that person very well. You could argue that you have some extraordinary insight, but actually it’s just a very hard-working imagination. It’s almost like a stress in you that goes on, nibbling and nibbling, gnawing away at you, in a very inquisitive way, wanting to know. And of course while all that’s happening you’re stroking in the colors, putting a line here and a line there, creating something that moves further and further away from the original. The truth emerges, the person who is created is a different person altogether—a person in their own right.”

—William Trevor, The Art of Fiction No. 108

♥ 136 — Vor 23 Stunden on 18 Sept. 2014 — via theparisreview