Intensely Vivid Photographs Iran’s Mosques By Mohammad Domiri
Mohammad Domiri, a remarkably talented Iranian photographer, has amassed this startlingly gorgeous portfolio of the interiors of Middle Eastern mosques.
Eerily Beautiful Monkey Portraits by Hiroshi Watanabe
Thumbs In Place of Guns
Thumbs and Ammo posits the idea: would it be funny to replace guns with thumbs up in stills from movies?
YES!
Read My Poem - Brothers at Lakeside
For a long time I have known that my poems lie there, inert things, until a reader comes along and breathes life into them.
As the first in my Read My Poem series, I invited some people to record themselves reading the text for a poem called "Brothers at Lakeside" the way they would read it, and present here there voices.
You can scroll down to listen to all the recordings. Or you can check out the three soundcloud playlists:
We Burn
Brothers at Lakeside
The Salience of Sunset
Brothers at Lakeside
And after pulling through the dark green trough
of the mountain road, a dim carpark behind
a bar. The lake below. The blackened face
is smooth enough for us to see the stars.
But one of us prefers the girls who lift
heavy glasses of beer again, again
to touch their mouths with a galaxy of foam,
and the other one prefers the girls themselves.
If movement were a form of grace, the lake
a kind of pillow, not to find tonight
a darker bar, a further station, would
the moon that is and is not the sun still rise
above the hills directly across the lake
from us? Its watery twin so much requires
our diving in. A bat twivers from tree
to tree and says Go in, below is where
the action is. The moon that is and is not.
Hear All The Recordings (Soundcloud Playlist »)
Read My Poem — We Burn
“Poems lie there, inert, until a reader breathes life into them. Hear different voices read ‘We Burn’.”
As the second in my Read My Poem series, I invited some people to record themselves reading the text for a poem called "We Burn" the way they would read it, and present here their voices.
You can scroll down to listen to all the recordings. Or you can check out the three soundcloud playlists:
We Burn
Brothers at Lakeside
The Salience of Sunset
We Burn
There are bowls on our
windowsills. Bowls of clear
broth, never boiled or broken—
insoluble domes of oil, a whole
carcass in the pot, slices of
unpeeled ginger, a lemon maybe—
some moments we want to
unzip our hot stomachs onto the
subway floor, or tumble.
hands outstretched, for the third
rail which will allow us to regain
light speed—
steam lifts off the surface of
the broth. Deep in the bowl,
the heat is churning the liquid
invisibly, fields of oil coil and
separate. The spoon is coated
with it, lively and bright
going in, coated like plasma
coming out.
Image credits: Walter Spoor
Magical Blue Belgian Forest
Every spring, Hallebros, or Bois de Hal (Halle Forest in Dutch), not far from Brussels in Belgium is overrun with these carpets of blue bell blossoms.
Image credits: Kilian Schönberger
Image credits: Guy Lambrechts
Image credits: Jimmy De Taeye
Image credits: Kilian Schönberger
Image credits: Matthias Locker
Image credits: Ramon Stijnen
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Image credits: gvriend
Image credits: Mathijs Frenken
Image credits: Kilian Schönberger
Image credits: Bart Ceuppens
Image credits: Robert Delpeut
Image credits: Adrian Popan
Design Wish — Aluminum Work Stool
From the industrial casters with steel bearings to the smooth cam action, this TRINITY Aluminum Work Stool is a thing of beauty and I am looking forward to adding it to my design workspace.
Abandoned Soviet Buildings - Photos by Rebecca Litchfield
London photographer, Rebecca Litchfield, has a nearly obsessive love for abandoned buildings, especially those left in ruins. "Soviet Ghosts" is her series focused on the empty shells left by the USSR in Russia, Bulgaria, Germany, Hungary and the Czech Republic.
Lifesized Nude Candy Sculptures by Joseph Marr
Artist Joseph Marr has created this series of preserved sugar sculptures called Laura, each one flavored with cherry, apple, Fanta, or licorice.
Marr says:
"Any desire at all is the reason why our soul is trapped in the karmic lessons of our Ego. Sexual desire is the most accessible concept for people in general to understand 'desire.' Candy is a wonderful medium to show two things...how we are trapped in the sticky situation and how attractive the tasty desire really is."
After developing his skills with painting and video, Marr began exploring unusual mediums like food. Many of his works include liquids like cola as well as flavorings like apple, lemon, and raspberry. The series here includes four versions of Laura, each one flavored with cherry, apple, Fanta, or licorice.
POTD — Mindful by Mary Oliver
Mindful
by Mary Oliver
Every Day
I see or hear
something
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It is what I was born for—
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world—
to instruct myself
over and over
in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant—
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these—
the untrimmable light
of the world,
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?
Terra Flama — Long Exposure Photos of California Wildfires by Stuart Palley
Los Angeles-based photographer Stuart Palley in his series Terra Flamma has be capturing the last few years of California wildfires.
Included in this set are fires in Yosemite, San Bernardino National Forest, Etiwanda and Shirley Lake.
Enormous Wildebeest Migration
Travel to Kenya’s Maasai Mara game reserve during August or September
Ferrofluid Clock — Analog Digital
From the project page:
"Ferrolic was designed from a strong fascination for the magical material Ferro Fluid. The natural dynamics of this fluid makes that this display bridges the gap between everyday digital screens and tangible reality."
Master Penman
25 of the most amazing things from 5 years of 5 things I learned today
5 years of 5 things — 5th Anniversary Episode
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Ken Block's Gymkhana
This is dope.
Design Wish — 5 Back to School Backpacks
In search for my own backpack that would take me across country on the plane, across town on the metro or around town on my cycle, I found a lot of gorgeous backpacks, ranging from great deals to beautiful pieces.
Here is a preview of my full list of backpacks great for back to school.
Riding a Dirt Bike on a Wave
POTD - Corson's Inlet by A.R. Ammons
Corsons Inlet
BY A. R. AMMONS
I went for a walk over the dunes again this morning
to the sea,
then turned right along
the surf
rounded a naked headland
and returned
along the inlet shore:
it was muggy sunny, the wind from the sea steady and high,
crisp in the running sand,
some breakthroughs of sun
but after a bit
continuous overcast:
the walk liberating, I was released from forms,
from the perpendiculars,
straight lines, blocks, boxes, binds
of thought
into the hues, shadings, rises, flowing bends and blends
of sight:
I allow myself eddies of meaning:
yield to a direction of significance
running
like a stream through the geography of my work:
you can find
in my sayings
swerves of action
like the inlet’s cutting edge:
there are dunes of motion,
organizations of grass, white sandy paths of remembrance
in the overall wandering of mirroring mind:
but Overall is beyond me: is the sum of these events
I cannot draw, the ledger I cannot keep, the accounting
beyond the account:
in nature there are few sharp lines: there are areas of
primrose
more or less dispersed;
disorderly orders of bayberry; between the rows
of dunes,
irregular swamps of reeds,
though not reeds alone, but grass, bayberry, yarrow, all ...
predominantly reeds:
I have reached no conclusions, have erected no boundaries,
shutting out and shutting in, separating inside
from outside: I have
drawn no lines:
as
manifold events of sand
change the dune’s shape that will not be the same shape
tomorrow,
so I am willing to go along, to accept
the becoming
thought, to stake off no beginnings or ends, establish
no walls:
by transitions the land falls from grassy dunes to creek
to undercreek: but there are no lines, though
change in that transition is clear
as any sharpness: but “sharpness” spread out,
allowed to occur over a wider range
than mental lines can keep:
the moon was full last night: today, low tide was low:
black shoals of mussels exposed to the risk
of air
and, earlier, of sun,
waved in and out with the waterline, waterline inexact,
caught always in the event of change:
a young mottled gull stood free on the shoals
and ate
to vomiting: another gull, squawking possession, cracked a crab,
picked out the entrails, swallowed the soft-shelled legs, a ruddy
turnstone running in to snatch leftover bits:
risk is full: every living thing in
siege: the demand is life, to keep life: the small
white blacklegged egret, how beautiful, quietly stalks and spears
the shallows, darts to shore
to stab—what? I couldn’t
see against the black mudflats—a frightened
fiddler crab?
the news to my left over the dunes and
reeds and bayberry clumps was
fall: thousands of tree swallows
gathering for flight:
an order held
in constant change: a congregation
rich with entropy: nevertheless, separable, noticeable
as one event,
not chaos: preparations for
flight from winter,
cheet, cheet, cheet, cheet, wings rifling the green clumps,
beaks
at the bayberries
a perception full of wind, flight, curve,
sound:
the possibility of rule as the sum of rulelessness:
the “field” of action
with moving, incalculable center:
in the smaller view, order tight with shape:
blue tiny flowers on a leafless weed: carapace of crab:
snail shell:
pulsations of order
in the bellies of minnows: orders swallowed,
broken down, transferred through membranes
to strengthen larger orders: but in the large view, no
lines or changeless shapes: the working in and out, together
and against, of millions of events: this,
so that I make
no form of
formlessness:
orders as summaries, as outcomes of actions override
or in some way result, not predictably (seeing me gain
the top of a dune,
the swallows
could take flight—some other fields of bayberry
could enter fall
berryless) and there is serenity:
no arranged terror: no forcing of image, plan,
or thought:
no propaganda, no humbling of reality to precept:
terror pervades but is not arranged, all possibilities
of escape open: no route shut, except in
the sudden loss of all routes:
I see narrow orders, limited tightness, but will
not run to that easy victory:
still around the looser, wider forces work:
I will try
to fasten into order enlarging grasps of disorder, widening
scope, but enjoying the freedom that
Scope eludes my grasp, that there is no finality of vision,
that I have perceived nothing completely,
that tomorrow a new walk is a new walk.
