Autumn is the best time. The ocean is the best place -- I would plant trees in the ocean and see them turn to the rhythm of songs that whales would sing.
Penguin falls down resulting in best sound ever [x]
Pedro Reyes: Imagine
Imagine is a set of 50 musical instruments fabricated out of destroyed weapons – revolvers, shot-guns, machine-guns, etc. This work is a progression of Palas por Pistolas (2008), where 1527 weapons were melted and made into the same number of shovels to plant 1527 trees. In April this year I got a call from the government who had learned about Palas por Pistolas, they told me a public destruction of weapons was to take place in Ciudad Juarez and asked me if I was interested in keeping the metal, which would otherwise have been buried as usual. I accepted the material but I wanted to do something new this time. 6700 weapons, cut into parts and rendered useless, were given to me and I set out to make them into instruments.
A group of 6 musicians worked for 2 weeks shoulder-to-shoulder turning these agents of death into instruments of life. The task was challenging but they succeeded in extracting sounds, from percussion to wind and string. It’s difficult to explain but the transformation was more than physical. It’s important to consider that many lives were taken with these weapons; as if a sort of exorcism was taking place the music expelled the demons they held, as well as being a requiem for lives lost.
After more than 4,000 years — almost since the dawn of recorded time, when Utnapishtim told Gilgamesh that the secret to immortality lay in a coral found on the ocean floor — man finally discovered eternal life in 1988. He found it, in fact, on the ocean floor. The discovery was made unwittingly by Christian Sommer, a German marine-biology student in his early 20s. He was spending the summer in Rapallo, a small city on the Italian Riviera, where exactly one century earlier Friedrich Nietzsche conceived “Thus Spoke Zarathustra”: “Everything goes, everything comes back; eternally rolls the wheel of being. Everything dies, everything blossoms again… .”
Danny Elfman | Death of the Penguin
Gaming Inspired Literature
What if all of our favorite games were actually classic books? Thats the idea that this series is based off of.
Created by A.J. Hateley
This needs to happen.
Fire rainbows are the rarest of all naturally occurring atmospheric phenomena. For a fire rainbow to occur, cirrus clouds must be 20,000 feet in the air with the precise amount of ice crystals, and the sun must hit the clouds at 58 degrees.
This quote, taken out of context, is the most frequently shared Poe meme found on the internet and on Facebook.
Illustration by 2headedsnake
It is quoted from a long letter written by Edgar Poe to George W. Everleth, on January 4th, 1848. The letter, which is a reply to a letter Everleth wrote in July, is primarily business-oriented, and attempts to “catch up” Everleth on a number of questions he obviously asked Poe. One of which was with regard to Poe’s health, where Poe responds, “4 — My health is better — best. I have never been so well. “The two-page letter then proceeds to discuss other business (including a frustrating charge of “forgery” and how Poe should confront the matter), and then Poe attempts to illuminate, in some detail, by way of explanation, Everleth’s query: “10 — You say —”Can you hint to me what was the terrible evil” which caused the irregularities so profoundly lamented?” It is in this answer the quote is pulled. Poe describes the profound depression and anxiety of his wife’s illness and death, and his fight with alcohol during that period.Poe writes: “Yes; I can do more than hint.
This “evil” was the greatest which can befall a man. Six years ago, a wife, whom I loved as no man ever loved before, ruptured a blood-vessel in singing. Her life was despaired of. I took leave of her forever & underwent all the agonies of her death. She recovered partially and I again hoped. At the end of a year the vessel broke again — I went through precisely the same scene. Again in about a year afterward. Then again — again — again & even once again at varying intervals. Each time I felt all the agonies of her death — and at each accession of the disorder I loved her more dearly & clung to her life with more desperate pertinacity. But I am constitutionally sensitive — nervous in a very unusual degree. I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
During these fits of absolute unconsciousness I drank, God only knows how often or how much. As a matter of course, my enemies referred the insanity to the drink rather than the drink to the insanity. I had indeed, nearly abandoned all hope of a permanent cure when I found one in the death of my wife. This I can & do endure as becomes a man — it was the horrible never-ending oscillation between hope & despair which I could not longer have endured without the total loss of reason. In the death of what was my life, then, I receive a new but — oh God! how melancholy an existence. “
Poe wraps his letter to Everleth up with a fierce declaration of his future success (especially monetarily), in business as his own publisher with his dream-project, The Stylus magazine.
Writes Poe: “And now, having replied to all your queries let me refer to The Stylus. I am resolved to be my own publisher. To be controlled is to be ruined. My ambition is great. If I succeed, I put myself (within 2 years) in possession of a fortune & infinitely more. My plan is to go through the South & West & endeavor to interest my friends so as to commence with a list of at least 500 subscribers. With this list I can take the matter into my own hands. There are some few of my friends who have sufficient confidence in me to advance their subscriptions — but at all events succeed I will. Can you or will you help me? I have room to say no more. “
In context, this popular Poe Quote reveals his greatest heartbreak, that nearly pushed him emotionally over the edge. It must never be mistaken for a summation of who and what the man was, during the entire of his brief forty years on the planet. -Mark Redfield