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motifcollector · 44 minutes
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That Soros fella is generous!! There are a couple of gofundmes I need him to fund...
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motifcollector · 15 hours
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Erlkönig, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (tr. mine)
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motifcollector · 1 day
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motifcollector · 1 day
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first tweet is felt deeply by me everyday. retweet with comment under big ship - brian eno is going to make me fall to my knees
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motifcollector · 2 days
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“A young Armenian girl puts roses near skulls of Armenian nationals, victims of the 1915 genocide, inside a church in Antelias, north of Beirut.”
Photographed by Marwan Naamani.
24 April 2007.
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motifcollector · 2 days
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Also this isn't in Speak, Memory but his grandfather was justice minister under Alexander II and therefore responsible for Nikolai Chernyshevsky getting incarcerated in Siberia but Nabokov (Vladimir, that is) repeatedly ridicules Chernyshevsky's work, which isn't surprising on a political level but didn't the Nabokovs already do enough to Chernyshevsky?!
Speak, Memory is so funny bc Nabokov is talking about his childhood and mentioning that his family had two tennis courts (but the older one wasn't maintained!), their dog was the grandchild (or granddog...) of one of Chekhov's dogs, people were always asking his dad to do things in the government and it is all so casual and matter-of-fact. I don't object morally, it's better than if he'd pretended to be the salt of the earth etc and surely his readers were already well-aware of his background but still lmao.
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motifcollector · 2 days
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Speak, Memory is so funny bc Nabokov is talking about his childhood and mentioning that his family had two tennis courts (but the older one wasn't maintained!), their dog was the grandchild (or granddog...) of one of Chekhov's dogs, people were always asking his dad to do things in the government and it is all so casual and matter-of-fact. I don't object morally, it's better than if he'd pretended to be the salt of the earth etc and surely his readers were already well-aware of his background but still lmao.
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motifcollector · 2 days
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I love u bladee (read more)
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motifcollector · 2 days
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Wait I just checked my lastfm (which I've had since July 2015, altho it only worked intermittently for a couple of years early on) and I officially have 3 more Lana del Rey plays than Sufjan Stevens plays... she's now my second most played overall. What does this portend...
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Columbia University students at the Gaza solidarity encampment reading Wisam Rafeedie's The Trinity of Fundamentals and Ghassan Kanafani's The Revolution of 1936–1939 in Palestine (ph. Ian Bartlett).
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motifcollector · 2 days
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"marxism sank hundreds of millions into poverty and destitution" nah i'm pretty sure the only person that marx ever made more poor was engels
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motifcollector · 2 days
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"you will look for themes and motifs in media that isn't worth the effort" i will look for themes and motifs in the dirt. on the ground.
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motifcollector · 2 days
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the words "socialized" and "socialization" should've been put up on a shelf on here out of reach a long time ago
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motifcollector · 3 days
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February 5, 2013. A Palestinian child cried after his family’s house was demolished by the municipality in the East Jerusalem neighborhood of Beit Hanina. Bernat Armangue.
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motifcollector · 3 days
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On such sunny, sad mornings I always feel in my bones that there is a chance yet of my not being excluded from Heaven, and that salvation may be granted to me despite the frozen mud and horror in my heart.
Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire
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motifcollector · 3 days
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I knew that I might knock now, even louder, that nothing would wake her any more, that I should hear no response, that my grandmother would never come again. And I asked nothing more of God, if a paradise exists, than to be able, there, to knock on that wall with the three little raps which my grandmother would recognise among a thousand, and to which she would give those answering knocks which meant: “Don’t fuss, little mouse, I know you’re impatient, but I’m just coming,” and that he would let me stay with her throughout eternity, which would not be too long for the two of us.
Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time vol. 4, Sodom and Gomorrah
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