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hyperallergic:

(via Man of Letters: Ray Johnson Art in Motion)
Not Nothing: Selected Writings By Ray Johnson, 1954-1995, recently released by Siglio Press, is edited by poet and translator Elizabeth Zuba, with an essay by poet and novelist Kevin Killian. Coinciding with its appearance is a reprint of The Paper Snake, a slim volume of Johnson’s writings originally published in 1965 by Something Else Press, which was founded by Johnson’s close friend and correspondent, poet Dick Higgins.
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hyperallergic:

(via Man of Letters: Ray Johnson Art in Motion)

Not Nothing: Selected Writings By Ray Johnson, 1954-1995, recently released by Siglio Press, is edited by poet and translator Elizabeth Zuba, with an essay by poet and novelist Kevin Killian. Coinciding with its appearance is a reprint of The Paper Snake, a slim volume of Johnson’s writings originally published in 1965 by Something Else Press, which was founded by Johnson’s close friend and correspondent, poet Dick Higgins.

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midcenturia:

Just One More!, 1965, cover art by Karl Hubenthal. via

midcenturia:

Just One More!, 1965, cover art by Karl Hubenthal. via

nevver:

Might as well

nevver:

Vanishing point, Finn Beales

nevver:

Paris n’existe pas
And that taught me you can’t have anything, you can’t have anything at all. Because desire just cheats you. It’s like a sunbeam skipping here and there about a room. It stops and gilds some inconsequential object, and we poor fools try to grasp it - but when we do the sunbeam moves on to something else, and you’ve got the inconsequential part, but the glitter that made you want it is gone.

F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Beautiful and the Damned


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nevver:

Design Crush

Can someone send a runner
Through the weather that I’m under
For the feeling I lost today?

Can someone send a runner
For the feeling that I lost today?

Can someone send a runner
Through the weather that I’m under
For the feeling I lost today?

Can someone send a runner
For the feeling I lost today?

You must be somewhere in London
You must be lovin’ your life in the rain
You must be somewhere in London
Walking Abbey Lane

I don’t even think to make
I don’t even think to make
I don’t even think to make corrections

Famous angels never come through England
England gets the ones you never need
I’m in a Los Angeles Cathedral
Minor singin’ airheads sing for me

Put an ocean and a river between everybody else
Between everything, yourself and home
Put and ocean and a river
Between everything, yourself and home

You must be somewhere in London
You must be lovin’ your life in the rain
You must be somewhere in London
Walking Abbey Lane

I don’t even think to make
I don’t even think to make
I don’t even think to make corrections

Famous angels never come through England
England gets the ones you never need
I’m in a Los Angeles Cathedral
Minor singin’ airheads sing for me

Afraid of the house, stay the night with the sinners
Afraid of the house, stay the night with the sinners
Afraid of the house, ‘cause they’re desperate to entertain

Afraid of the house, stay the night with the sinners
Afraid of the house, stay the night with the sinners
Afraid of the house, ‘cause they’re desperate to entertain

Afraid of the house, stay the night with the sinners
Afraid of the house, stay the night with the sinners
Afraid of the house, ‘cause they’re desperate to entertain