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demonofnoontide · 6 days ago
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One mind-bending story was about a batch of Eastman Kodak X-ray film that was worth, perhaps, millions of dollars. As soon as the film was made it, it was tested and found to be mysteriously spoiled from exposure. This batch of film, even after repeated testing, proved a total loss. In trying to discover what had happened, Kodak eventually approached the Department of Energy and asked, "Is there any way that radioactivity from one of your tests could have reached the eastern United States? Could radioactivity released into the atmosphere reach the southeast?" In the pilot's story, that's what seems to have happened. Radioactive dust and debris from Nevada had entered the jet stream and been carried east over the American South. A rainstorm dumped that radiation onto cotton fields. When the cotton was picked, carried to Rochester, turned into cellulose acetate (film base), and coated with X-ray emulsion, it was sufficiently radioactive to expose and ruin the freshly coated film. I had no date for this event, but people in the Department of Energy with whom I spoke in 1996 confirmed that at least the fundamental story was true. Another version of the story suggests that at least one instance of spoiled x-ray film may have occurred immediately after Trinity, the first test a nuclear weapon. That first atomic bomb was exploded in New Mexico's Jornada de Muerto desert at 5:29 a.m. on July 16, 1945. That experience prompted J. Robert Oppenheimer to quote the Bhagavad Gita: "I am become death, the destroyer of worlds."
Emmet Gowin • The Nevada Test Site
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demonofnoontide · 12 days ago
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demonofnoontide · 18 days ago
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Sitting down in this dim cafe. Hands folded around a cup and a saucer. His long sad nose smelling up the fumes of the black swirling coffee. Breaking his kipferl and chewing. To wait for August which begins tomorrow. All the tremors of homesickness.
The Saddest Summer of Samuel S by J. P. Donleavy
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demonofnoontide · 18 days ago
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We don't have the military draft anymore, okay. That's why there's no objection to the wars. That's either an unintended or intended consequence of changing to a voluntary Army.
RAYMOND PETTIBON • Homo Americanus
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demonofnoontide · 20 days ago
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The kid drops his bucket and spade / And climbs into the sun’ are such words. Two short lines that draw to an abrupt and brutal halt the main body of the epic song, ‘Hollywood’. I can understand why these are your favourite lyrics. They are a lovely image. However, looking at them now, these lines are perhaps not so obscure, and without wanting to take away their power by attaching my own meaning to them, their intent seems fairly clear. They mean, the child stopped what he was doing and died. ‘The child stopped what he was doing and died’ is also a beautiful line, perhaps a better line, but sometimes some truths are too severe to live on the page, or in a song, or in a heart. Hence, metaphor can create a merciful sense of distance from the cruel idea, or the unspeakable truth, and allow it to exist within us as a kind of poetic radiance, as a work of art.
Nick Cave
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demonofnoontide · 22 days ago
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“I love the idea of travel and so on, but there are times when I think I should have tuberculosis, just so I’d be justified to loaf in a sunny sanatorium and read and write and see nobody and make no small talk.”
— The Letters Of Sylvia Plath Volume 1, 1940–1956
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demonofnoontide · 23 days ago
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“That I may die childless—that when my hour comes I may turn my face to the wall saying, I have not increased the great evil of human life—then, though I were murderer, fornicator, thief, and liar, my sins shall melt even as a cloud. But he who dies with children about him, though his life were in all else an excellent deed, shall be held accursed by the truly wise, and the stain upon him shall endure for ever.”
— Confessions of a Young Man • George Moore
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demonofnoontide · 23 days ago
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That I may die childless—that when my hour comes I may turn my face to the wall saying, I have not increased the great evil of human life—then, though I were murderer, fornicator, thief, and liar, my sins shall melt even as a cloud. But he who dies with children about him, though his life were in all else an excellent deed, shall be held accursed by the truly wise, and the stain upon him shall endure for ever.
Confessions of a Young Man • George Moore
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demonofnoontide · 23 days ago
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“Sometimes, it is true, there came moments of weariness, of despondency, but they were not enduring: a word spoken, a book read, or yielding to the attraction of environment, I was soon off in another direction, forgetful of past failures. Intricate, indeed, was the labyrinth of my desires; all lights were followed with the same ardour, all cries were eagerly responded to: they came from the right, they came from the left, from every side.”
— Confessions of a Young Man • George Moore
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demonofnoontide · 23 days ago
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“I’m thinking about what impression I want to leave. I turned 60 in November. And there is nothing I love more than reading biographies of weird eccentrics from the past. Michèle is always telling me that I only love dead artists and I’m like, ‘Yeah, because I want to see how it all worked out! I want to see if they were able to sustain the momentum and maintain their conditions to the very end.’ I don’t want to invest in someone who is going to change or turn into a different person.”
— RICK OWENS
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demonofnoontide · 25 days ago
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I’m thinking about what impression I want to leave. I turned 60 in November. And there is nothing I love more than reading biographies of weird eccentrics from the past. Michèle is always telling me that I only love dead artists and I’m like, ‘Yeah, because I want to see how it all worked out! I want to see if they were able to sustain the momentum and maintain their conditions to the very end.’ I don’t want to invest in someone who is going to change or turn into a different person.
RICK OWENS
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demonofnoontide · 26 days ago
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This, I admit, tickled my vanity, for I consider fighting the stupefying effect of alcohol to be about the finest test of will-power.
L.A. Lewis • The Tower of Moab
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demonofnoontide · 26 days ago
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https://letterboxd.com/9413/list/as-imperceptibly-as-grief-the-summer-lapsed/
Emotionally I think I really need it to be autumn
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demonofnoontide · 26 days ago
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Sometimes, it is true, there came moments of weariness, of despondency, but they were not enduring: a word spoken, a book read, or yielding to the attraction of environment, I was soon off in another direction, forgetful of past failures. Intricate, indeed, was the labyrinth of my desires; all lights were followed with the same ardour, all cries were eagerly responded to: they came from the right, they came from the left, from every side.
Confessions of a Young Man • George Moore
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demonofnoontide · 28 days ago
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who fired my youth with passion, and purified and upbore it for so long, is now to me as nothing: not a dead or faded thing, but a thing out of which I personally have drawn all the sustenance I can draw from
Confessions of a Young Man • George Moore
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