21 9 / 2014

21 9 / 2014

asylum-art:

Natasha Cousens

Natasha Cousens creates sculptures that can be considered a new form of taxidermy. Instead of the real thing, her pieces are beautifully crafted wooden sculptures of woodland creatures like foxes, deers, and rabbits. These cute forest dwellers are often embellished with decorative elements such as floral wreaths or guised in an unnatural color; making Cousen’s work soft, whimsical and fun.

(vía miceontoast)

16 9 / 2014

"

When you are 13 years old,
the heat will be turned up too high
and the stars will not be in your favor.
You will hide behind a bookcase
with your family and everything left behind.
You will pour an ocean into a diary.
When they find you, you will be nothing
but a spark above a burning bush,
still, tell them
Despite everything, I really believe people are good at heart.

When you are 14,
a voice will call you to greatness.
When the doubters call you crazy, do not listen.
They don’t know the sound
of their own God’s whisper. Use your armor,
use your sword, use your two good hands.
Do not let their doubting
drown out the sound of your own heartbeat.
You are the Maid of Untamed Patriotism.
Born to lead armies into victory and unite a nation
like a broken heart.

When you are 15, you will be punished
for learning too proudly. A man
will climb onto your school bus and insist
your sisters name you enemy.
When you do not hide,
he will point his gun at your temple
and fire three times. Three years later,
in an ocean of words, with no apologies,
you will stand before the leaders of the world
and tell them your country is burning.

When you are 16 years old,
you will invent science fiction.
The story of a man named Frankenstein
and his creation. Soon after you will learn
that little girls with big ideas are more terrifying
than monsters, but don’t worry.
You will be remembered long after
they have put down their torches.

When you are 17 years old,
you will strike out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig
one right after the other.
Men will be afraid of the lightening
in your fingertips. A few days later
you will be fired from the major leagues
because “Girls are too delicate to play baseball”

You will turn 18 with a baby on your back
leading Lewis and Clark
across North America.

You will turn 18 
and become queen of the Nile.

You will turn 18 
and bring justice to journalism.

You are now 18, standing on the precipice,
trembling before your own greatness.

This is your call to leap.

There will always being those
who say you are too young and delicate
to make anything happen for yourself.
They don’t see the part of you that smolders.
Don’t let their doubting drown out the sound
of your own heartbeat.

You are the first drop of a hurricane.
Your bravery builds beyond you. You are needed
by all the little girls still living in secret,
writing oceans made of monsters and
throwing like lightening.

You don’t need to grow up to find greatness.
You are stronger than the world has ever believed you to be.
The world laid out before you to set on fire.
All you have to do
is burn.

"

11 9 / 2014

allakinwande:

All photos less than 24 hours ago.
The fight in StLouis continues.

(vía mindandmachete)

11 9 / 2014

humansofnewyork:

"What’s your biggest dream for your child?""We’ll let him dream for himself."

(New Delhi, India)

humansofnewyork:

"What’s your biggest dream for your child?"
"We’ll let him dream for himself."

(New Delhi, India)

03 9 / 2014

c-two-c:

Foggy morning at Heart Lake, Yellowstone NP. B.

c-two-c:

Foggy morning at Heart Lake, Yellowstone NP. B.

03 9 / 2014

c-two-c:

Posts are a little slow lately - just got out of Yosemite and to some cell service for the first time in 4 days. But this gem is @ghekah ‘s first Pacific Ocean excursion. Olympic Pennisula, WA.

My best friend

c-two-c:

Posts are a little slow lately - just got out of Yosemite and to some cell service for the first time in 4 days. But this gem is @ghekah ‘s first Pacific Ocean excursion. Olympic Pennisula, WA.

My best friend

03 9 / 2014

thepeoplesrecord:

Columbia student will carry her mattress until her rapist exits school
September 2, 2014

While most students at Columbia University will spend the first day of classes carrying backpacks and books, Emma Sulkowicz will start her semester on Tuesday with a far heavier burden. The senior plans on carrying an extra-long, twin-size mattress across the quad and through each New York City building – to every class, every day – until the man she says raped her moves off campus.

“I was raped in my own bed,” Sulkowicz told me the other day, as she was gearing up to head back to school in this, the year American colleges are finally, supposedly, ready to do something about sexual assault. “I could have taken my pillow, but I want people to see how it weighs down a person to be ignored by the school administration and harassed by police.”

Sulkowicz is one of three women who made complaints to Columbia against the same fellow senior, who was found “not responsible” in all three cases. She also filed a police report, but Sulkowicz was treated abysmally – by the cops, and by a Columbia disciplinary panel so uneducated about the scourge of campus violence that one panelist asked how it was possible to be anally raped without lubrication.

So Sulkowicz joined a federal complaint in April over Columbia’s mishandling of sexual misconduct cases, and she will will hoist that mattress on her shoulders as part savvy activism, part performance art. “The administration can end the piece, by expelling him,” she says, “or he can, by leaving campus.”

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As painful as I know the constant reminder of attending school with her rapist must be, I’m glad she won’t be the only one forced to remember. I hope the rapist drops out immediately…or better yet, I hope he faces the justice he deserves. 

(vía chloridecleansing)

27 8 / 2014

lindahall:

Conrad Martens - (Honorary) Scientist of the Day

Conrad Martens, an English artist, died Aug. 21, 1878 (he was born in 1801, we don’t know the exact date). Martens happened to be in Montevideo in 1833 when HMS Beagle came into port. Robert Fitzroy, the captain, had just lost his ship’s artist to illness, and he hired Martens as a replacement. Martens was thus on board the Beagle when it sailed down to Cape Horn, and Martens’ images of the Beagle in the straits of Tierra del Fuego, and of the Fuegian natives who lived there, have become classic accompaniments to any account of Charles Darwin and the voyage of the Beagle. Martens left the ship before it got to the Galapagos Islands, so we have no good images of that famous part of the voyage. Instead, Martens booked passage to Australia, and remained there, as a very popular landscape artist. He and Darwin became friends and continued to correspond long after Darwin came back home.

The first two images above are original watercolors by Martens, of the Beagle in the straits of Tierra del Fuego, with Mt. Sarmiento looming large, and of a native Fuegian, with his hut and family in the background. Below these are the same images as they appeared as woodcuts in Fitzroy’s printed Narrative (1839). Darwin was not allowed to use any of Martens’s drawings for his own volume, Journal and Remarks, which nevertheless became much more popular than Fitzroy’s.

We displayed both Fitzroy’s and Darwin’s narratives in our Grandeur of Life exhibition in 2009, where you may see Martens’ image of the Fuegian native.

Dr. William B. Ashworth, Jr., Consultant for the History of Science, Linda Hall Library and Associate Professor, Department of History, University of Missouri-Kansas City

(vía scientificillustration)

17 8 / 2014

brazilwonders:

A PALAVRAJá não quero dicionáriosconsultados em vão.Quero só a palavraque nunca estará nelesnem se pode inventar.Que resumiria o mundoe o substituiria.Mais sol do que o soldentro da qual vivêssemostodos em comunhão,mudos,saboreando-a.
17/08/14 - 27 anos sem (com) Carlos Drummond de Andrade (via Letras in.verso e re.verso)

brazilwonders:

A PALAVRA

Já não quero dicionários
consultados em vão.
Quero só a palavra
que nunca estará neles
nem se pode inventar.
Que resumiria o mundo
e o substituiria.
Mais sol do que o sol
dentro da qual vivêssemos
todos em comunhão,
mudos,
saboreando-a.

17/08/14 - 27 anos sem (com) Carlos Drummond de Andrade (via Letras in.verso e re.verso)

17 8 / 2014

iwriteaboutfeminism:

12:01 AM in Ferguson. Curfew broken.

17 8 / 2014

17 8 / 2014

afrobluess:

The Howard alumni who was shot in the head made a speedy recovery and she was able to tell her side of the story. The police said that it was a drive by conducted by a group of black men and that it was fatal. They didn’t expect her to survive and talk.

(vía johannamas0n)

13 8 / 2014

"I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything.
Maybe we’re from the same star."

Emery Allen (via wethinkwedream)

(vía misscannabliss)

11 8 / 2014

danielkbrown:

Abandoned cooling tower

(vía intrinsicintentions)