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“I wish ancient people preserved their writing and artifacts better” I write in electronic signals on a piece of hardware that can’t retain its efficacy for more than a few decades.
#archaeologist 1000 yard stare: the fuck you mean 'preserve their ancient writing better'#what the fuck do you people think the corpus inscriptionum latinarum is. or the inscriptiones graecae.#they preserved their - much more frequent and well-used - inscriptions soooo much better. by carving MARBLE which fucks severely#and if not marble/stone inscriptions then look at linear b tables which are preserved because of the same reason as the ea nasir tablet#god i love archaeology#archaeology#gremlin speaks
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Leda (1890), Lovis Corinth / England (2010), The National
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Colonizers write about flowers.
I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks
seconds before becoming daisies.
I want to be like those poets who care about the moon.
Palestinians don’t see the moon from jail cells and prisons.
It’s so beautiful, the moon.
They’re so beautiful, the flowers.
— Noor Hindi, from “Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying,” DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.
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“Even now, after centuries of reductionist propaganda, the world is still intricate and vast, as dark as it is light, a place of mystery, where we cannot do one thing without doing many things, or put two things together without putting many things together.”
— Wendell Berry, ‘In Distrust of Movements’ (1998)
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watched Samsara (2023) dir. Lois Patiño with my best friend in a rescreening for a local galician film festival and stepping out onto the city streets after 2 hours of beautifully coloured almost silent shots and really really beautiful dialogue about the afterlife and reincarnation i feel like a newborn baby that snorted cheap mdma mixed with brick dust
#i love local film festival i dooo#this is the third one this year i've had/taken the time for and it did not disappoint!!!#gremlin speaks
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Actual roman epitaph for a dog
#archaeology#ancient history#i'm gonna look this up later!! the counting of years in five-year steps is very interesting. the perceived passage of time. very interesting#gremlin speaks
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Grad school is lying to you. You can indulge fixations on obscure topics on your own time. You can sit in a library color-coding notes on articles printed from JSTOR for free. You can argue with dead philosophers in essay format whenever you like. Academia is a state of mind.
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I’m bored and nosy. Please reblog this with the book you’re currently reading.
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[id: two excerpts from nona the ninth. the first reads 'You held aloft the sword. / I still love y'. the second reads 'When The Rock That had been made meat awoke in a body, it cried out aloud, saying - You.' /end id]
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do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.
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Butch chilchuck :)
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My name is David Ward. I am in Eskew.
city song - daughers / I am in Eskew / parties paranoia violence - olivia sparrow / advertisements for architecture - bernard tschumi
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Trying to remember the last time I played hide and seek. The last time I said hi to everyone on the street or saw the girls I spent every day of six years with. The last time my dad picked me up, or my mum brushed my hair. When was the last time I dressed without consideration? There is so much to think about now. I remember falling on the grass at school and making stories with the clouds. Hanging upside down from the swing and realising how big the world was. I wonder on the path of growing when we stop feeling big. I am taller now, smaller still.
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Saeed Jones, How We Fight for Our Lives
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me and the one other guy listening to this band
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