Cartoon of the night. For more from this week’s issue: http://nyr.kr/LX9szy
Photo of the day: Panda salutations
Exile
My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands, —
No, — nor my lips freed laughter since ‘farewell’,
And with the day, distance again expands
Voiceless between us, as an uncoiled shell.
Yet, love endures, though starving and alone.
A dove’s wings clung about my heart each night
With surging gentleness, and the blue stone
Set in the tryst-ring has but worn more bright.-Hart Crane
Carrots?
Too mainstream.funny!
(Source: samwinchestersmjolnir, via usagiyonshimai-deactivated20120)
Jerry Lewis with Mike Levine on KDKA “Contact” radio talk show, Pittsburgh, 1966 (via)
Meowissey
Goodbye, goodbye!
There was so much to love, I could not love it all;
I could not love it enough.
—Louise Bogan, in The Blue Estuaries: Poems (1923-1968), with thanks to journalofanobody (via growing-orbits)
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Night View Through Trees of Pittsburgh, W. Eugene Smith, c. 1955 (via)
