A dismantled eight-track cartridge, pictured in a Billboard magazine ad from the 1970s:
More than 300 etchings by William Blake have been discovered in a library at the University of Manchester. Here’s one that illustrates a passage from a poem by Edward Young:
The keen vibration of bright truth — is hell:
Just definition! though by schools untaught.
Maria Popova unearths a lovely British schoolbook on maps from the Sixties. My favorite page is Page 23:
It’s like a cross between a Pennsylvania Dutch hex sign and an Elizabeth Bishop poem.
Nellcôte as Arcadia?
Life was very simple – Keith looking after Marlon in the morning, playing music in the afternoon, that’s it. English friends would be invited to stay for the summer; especially people with kids, so Marlon would have a social life. Everything was always back to the kids.
Sometimes the photographer’s camera sees more clearly than his eyes.
Here’s another of my favorite cinematic endings, a pretty definitive one, from Antonioni’s Zabriskie Point.
The political point kind of gets lost in the sheer beauty of shit getting blown up in super slo-mo. Or maybe the political point is the sheer beauty of shit getting blown up in super slo-mo.