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Detail of inlaid eye belonging to the "Seated Scribe" , 2600 - 2350 BC. Crafted from red-veined white magnesite and rock crystal.
The Polished crystal was covered in the back with material used to create the color of the iris. :: [Treasures of ancient Egypt]
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The Dead, By Susan Mitchell
At night the dead come down to the river to drink. They unburden themselves of their fears, their worries for us. They take out the old photographs. They pat the lines in our hands and tell our futures, which are cracked and yellow. Some dead find their way to our houses. They go up to the attics. They read the letters they sent us, insatiable for signs of their love. They tell each other stories. They make so much noise they wake us as they did when we were children and they stayed up drinking all night in the kitchen.
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garadinervi · 2 months
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Edward W. Said, After the Last Sky. Palestinian Lives, Photographs by Jean Mohr, Random House, New York, NY, 1986 [then Columbia University Press, 1999] [Institute for Palestine Studies, Beirut. Ten Dollar Books, Newark, NJ]
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Cover Photograph: Jean Mohr Cover Design: Susan Mitchell
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poem-today · 9 days
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A poem by Susan Mitchell
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The Bear
Tonight the bear comes to the orchard and, balancing on her hind legs, dances under the apple trees, hanging onto their boughs, dragging their branches down to earth. Look again. It is not the bear but some afterimage of her like the car I once saw in the driveway after the last guest had gone. Snow pulls the apple boughs to the ground. Whatever moves in the orchard— heavy, lumbering—is clear as wind.
The bear is long gone. Drunk on apples, she banged over the trash cans that fall night, then skidded downstream. By now she must be logged in for the winter. Unless she is choosy. I imagine her as very choosy, sniffing at the huge logs, pawing them, trying each one on for size, but always coming out again.
Until tonight. Tonight sap freezes under her skin. Her breath leaves white apples in the air. As she walks she dozes, listening to the sound of axes chopping wood. Somewhere she can never catch up to trees are falling. Chips pile up like snow When she does find it finally, the log draws her in as easily as a forest, and for a while she continues to see, just ahead of her, the moon trapped like a salmon in the ice.
 
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susanmitchell184 · 2 months
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noleavestoblow · 2 months
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Tonight the bear comes to the orchard and, balancing on her hind legs, dances under the apple trees, hanging onto their boughs, dragging their branches down to earth. Look again. It is not the bear but some afterimage of her like the car I once saw in the driveway after the last guest had gone. Snow pulls the apple boughs to the ground. Whatever moves in the orchard— heavy, lumbering—is clear as wind.
― Susan Mitchell
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spudcity · 3 months
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The Bear
Tonight the bear
comes to the orchard and, balancing
on her hind legs, dances under the apple trees,
hanging onto their boughs,
dragging their branches down to earth.
Look again. It is not the bear
but some afterimage of her
like the car I once saw in the driveway
after the last guest had gone.
Snow pulls the apple boughs to the ground.
Whatever moves in the orchard—
heavy, lumbering—is clear as wind.
The bear is long gone.
Drunk on apples,
she banged over the trash cans that fall night,
then skidded downstream. By now
she must be logged in for the winter.
Unless she is choosy.
I imagine her as very choosy,
sniffing at the huge logs, pawing them, trying
each one on for size,
but always coming out again.
Until tonight.
Tonight sap freezes under her skin.
Her breath leaves white apples in the air.
As she walks she dozes,
listening to the sound of axes chopping wood.
Somewhere she can never catch up to
trees are falling. Chips pile up like snow.
When she does find it finally,
the log draws her in as easily as a forest,
and for a while she continues to see,
just ahead of her, the moon
trapped like a salmon in the ice.
–Susan Mitchell
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culturevulturette · 6 months
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THE BEAR
Tonight the bear comes to the orchard and, balancing on her hind legs, dances under the apple trees, hanging onto their boughs, dragging their branches down to earth. Look again. It is not the bear but some afterimage of her like the car I once saw in the driveway after the last guest had gone. Snow pulls the apple boughs to the ground. Whatever moves in the orchard— heavy, lumbering—is clear as wind.
The bear is long gone. Drunk on apples, she banged over the trash cans that fall night, then skidded downstream. By now she must be logged in for the winter. Unless she is choosy. I imagine her as very choosy, sniffing at the huge logs, pawing them, trying each one on for size, but always coming out again.
Until tonight. Tonight sap freezes under her skin. Her breath leaves white apples in the air. As she walks she dozes, listening to the sound of axes chopping wood. Somewhere she can never catch up to trees are falling. Chips pile up like snow When she does find it finally, the log draws her in as easily as a forest, and for a while she continues to see, just ahead of her, the moon trapped like a salmon in the ice.
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grandhotelabyss · 1 year
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On cover designs, do you have favorite or least favorite designs or trends in book design? Past or present.
Most "least favorites" age into quaintness, like lurid pulp covers of classics in the initial paperback era. I absolutely loathe, however, the Penguin Classics Deluxe trend of getting indie comics type artists to draw ironically cutesy and trivializing cartoon covers:
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On the other hand, you don't need to put contemporaneous painting and sculpture on the front of old books, as when they inevitably wrap Henry James in John Singer Sargent. You can modernize. My favorite in the modernizing vein, recently praised by Adam Gopnik in The New Yorker, is Milton Glaser's Signet Classics Shakespeare series.
Of all the riches embedded in the Monacelli book, it may be the complete covers of the Signet Shakespeare, from around the same period as the Dylan poster, that are the most arresting. A central figure, usually enigmatically representative of the play’s action, appears in half-finished form, done in a charmingly elegant, linear style that recalls both Aubrey Beardsley and white-figure Greek vases; only a small patch of the drawing is in color, while the rest spins out like suggestive smoke. “Hamlet” is an agonized youth’s face, with a watching father’s head springing from his own and a barely suggested woman’s head—Ophelia?—alongside; “Julius Caesar,” memorably, is a tilting classical figure in profile, a zigzag of blue on a white implied toga to suggest greatness and a spot of pure red nearby to imply his stabbing. If you had no idea of what a play was about, none of these covers would tell you. Glaser relies on a general knowledge of the text—Hamlet is haunted, Julius Caesar is killed—and then suggests with his cryptic images that this story is more interesting and somehow more contemporary than one might have thought. The covers were less illustrations of the plays than they were invitations to read them.
Finally, the 1990s Vintage International paperback designs by Marc J. Cohen and Susan Mitchell are wonderful, possibly my all-time favorite. For me, they're still the tonal-visual correlate of 20th-century literature: Joyce, Faulkner, Mann, Camus, Ellison, McCarthy, Byatt, Roth. It helps that I graduated to reading Faulkner and Nabokov from reading Vertigo Comics, since the Vintage covers, with their broodingly or lyrically "historicized" mixed media and typefaces, belong to the same postmodern culture of design as Dave McKean's Sandman covers, an aesthetic totally antithetical to the post-Underground Comix cartoonishness favored by Penguin Classics—a style that shows, too, how we might understand at least one wing of postmodernism as a neo-Romanticism, as, that is, an affirmation. I very much dislike the streamlined blandness, what Twitter celeb Paul Skallas calls "refinement culture," of Vintage's current redesign, though it's not as bad as the homogenizing "blob" situation of contemporary literary fiction.
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gaybrahamtwinkin · 2 years
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Consulting this poem in the wake of my grandmother passing this afternoon;
At night the dead come down to the river to drink.
They unburden themselves of their fears,
their worries for us. They take out the old photographs.
They pat the lines in our hands and tell our futures,
which are cracked and yellow.
Some dead find their way to our houses.
They go up to the attics.
They read the letters they sent us, insatiable
for signs of their love.
They tell each other stories.
They make so much noise
they wake us
as they did when we were Children and they stayed up
drinking all night in the kitchen.
- The Dead, by Susan Mitchell
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kitsunetsuki · 9 months
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Guy Bourdin - Susan Moncur & Gala Mitchell Wearing Dresses by Yves Saint Laurent (Vogue Paris 1971)
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theartofangirling · 9 months
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“flowers,” anaïs mitchell // “the diary of anaïs nin, 1931–1934,” anaïs nin // “the divine secrets of the ya-ya sisterhood,” rebecca wells // “nine,” sleeping at last // “i, etcetera,” susan sontag // “the dream thieves,” maggie stiefvater // “hey, little songbird,” anaïs mitchell
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popculturelib · 1 month
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Uppity Women: A Legacy of Liberation (1974) by the Lilith's Rib Collective at Hunter College
From the introduction:
We are a group of women students at Hunter College who are working for the implementation of a Women's Studies Department at Hunter. Given an enrollment that is 73% women and a long background as a women's college, we feel that it is time for us to learn about our HERitage and with this goal in mind we are working both politically and educationally. We have chosen to name ourselves after Lilith. She was first mentioned in Assyrian myths as a wind spirit and later played a major part in early Hebraic lore. She is mentioned in the Alphabet Ben Sira as the first woman, created simultaneously with Adam. Being thus created, Lilith refused to accept Adam's claim of supremacy and left him, after refusing to lie beneath him during intercourse. She went to live by the Red Sea. We have chosen her as a symbolic starting point to our heritage. Our motivation to write this book comes out of our own experiences as women. It is an effort to connect with a rich past that has been denied us. Our purpose is to briefly introduce you to some of these women whose lives have been lost to us and who were the Foremothers of our Woman's Culture. We hope that this will encourage you to rediscover Women's history and to participate in the struggle that lies ahead. In Sisterhood, The Lilith's Rib Collective
It includes biographies of Susan B. Anthony, Mary McLeod Bethune, Marie Sklodowska Curie, Isadora Duncan, Amelia Earhart, Emma Goldman, the Grimké Sisters, Anne Hutchinson, Mother Jones, Maria Mitchell, Esther Hubart Morris, Emmeline Goulden Pankhurst, Sacajewa, Margaret Higgins Sanger, Gertrude Stein, Lucy Stone, Sojourner Truth, Harriet Ross Tubman, Mercy Otis Warren, and Victoria Woodhill.
The Browne Popular Culture Library (BPCL), founded in 1969, is the most comprehensive archive of its kind in the United States.  Our focus and mission is to acquire and preserve research materials on American Popular Culture (post 1876) for curricular and research use. Visit our website at https://www.bgsu.edu/library/pcl.html.
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dailychaceccrawford · 2 years
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more pictures of Chace Crawford, Antony Starr, Nathan Mitchell, Valorie Curry, Susan Heyward, Cameron Crovetti and Jessie T. Usher on set of The Boys Season 4 in Toronto, Canada | October 11th, 2022
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Sheridan: Okay, I don’t appreciate the smirking.
Ivanova: I hear you, Captain, and I will try to smirk when you’re not looking.
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whattheactualhela · 11 months
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Here's my random list of people I'd like to see on taskmaster at some point and why:
The six idiots - it will be chaotic and just make me so happy, I feel for the most chaos Simon and Ben would be good but I want to see all of them
David Mitchell - I would love to see his rants at the unfairness of the scoring
Sandi toksvig - I feel she'll be good at finding loopholes, which I always love
Simon bird - he's in two of my favourite series, the inbetweeners and Friday night dinner, just let me see him in taskmaster
Susan calman - I feel she would get angry at the tasks and then Alex, getting her bonus points
Susie dent - honestly a wildcard from me but it will be great to see her using the wordings of tasks to her benefit
Bill bailey - the musical tasks will be so good to watch
Robin ince - I feel he might be an underdog but will be so entertaining
John finnemore - again I think he'll be chaotic but also have quite a bit out of the box thinking
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davidmitchellfanblog · 7 months
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"I just want to say - I've gone on the record with this before - I hate this shit." (The Unbelievable Truth 21x05)
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