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llababosaart · 2 months
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davidhudson · 1 year
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Merce Cunningham, April 16, 1919 – July 26, 2009.
On the far left with fellow choreographers Twyla Tharp, Martha Graham, and José Limon (front row), Erick Hawkins, Paul Taylor, Yvonne Rainer, and Don Redlich (back row) at Graham’s Manhattan studio. 1968 photo by Jack Mitchell.
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Choreographers Merce Cunningham, Erick Hawkins, Paul Taylor, Twyla Tharp, Martha Graham, Jose Limon, Ivonne Rainer and Don Redlich, on the terrace of Martha Graham's home in Manhattan, New York, 1968. Photography by Jack Mitchell
[Danza Libre]
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“Under the influence not I know of the hardest cider but of his own inner joy at life for a moment as it should be, as it was meant to be in his nature, Phineas recaptured that magic gift for existing primarily in space, one foot conceding briefly to gravity its rights before spinning him off again into the air. It was his wildest demonstration of himself, of himself in the kind of world he loved; it was his choreography of peace.”
― John Knowles, A Separate Peace
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When I first began choreographing, I never thought of it as choreography but as expressing feelings. Though every piece is different, they are all trying to get at certain things that are difficult to put into words. In the work, everything belongs to everything else - the music, the set, the movement and whatever is said.
-Pina Bausch
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jerseydeanne · 2 years
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jojolimons · 4 months
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anime don tigres design is such a let down
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saresmusings · 1 year
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These icons! An incredible bunch of talented people in this great photo taken by Jack Mitchell in 1968! Modern dance choreographers photographed in the patio-garden of Martha Graham's East Side Manhattan studio for the New York Times/ @nytimes!
In the foreground, Twyla Tharp/ @twylatharp, Martha Graham/ @marthagrahamdance, and José Limón/ @limondance and in the back row, Merce Cunningham/ @mercetrust, Erick Hawkins/ @erickhawkinsdance, Paul Taylor/ @paultaylordancecompany, Yvonne Rainer and Don Redlich
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pizzacro · 4 months
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HBCEUROPETR - MEGA+
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HBCEuropetr.com, aralarında Don Tomas ve Toscanello'nun da bulunduğu geniş bir puro yelpazesi sunmaktadır. Don Tomas Rubusto puroları ayrı ayrı sıralanmış kutularda satışa sunulurken, Toscanello Classico puroları 750 TL üzeri alışverişlerde ücretsiz olarak sunuluyor. Web sitesinde ayrıca Brezilya yaprak sargılı ve tam gövdeli Nikaragua dolgulu lüks purolar olan CAO Brazilia Box-Press puroları da yer alıyor. Uygun fiyat ve indirimlerle müşteriler tercih ettikleri puro seçeneklerini HBCEuropetr.com üzerinden kolaylıkla bulabiliyorlar.
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dani-sdiary · 2 months
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Songs
A (Cliched) List of Songs That Capture the Loneliness, the Self-Loathing, and the Desperate Desire to be Loved (In No Particular Order):
Blood and Fire - The Indigo Girls
My Skin - Natalie Merchant
Nobody - Mitski (obviously)
Crack Baby - Mitski
Alone Forever - Leanna Firestone (criminally underrated)
Je Sais Pas Danser - Pomme (Could I be more pretentious?)
At Seventeen - Janis Ian
Long, Long Time - Linda Ronstadt
Tous Les Garcons et Les Filles - Francoise Hardy (Apparently so)
Please Send Me Someone to Love - Sade
Come On, Aphrodite - Natalie Merchant
Nicest Thing - Kate Nash
Love Will Come to You - Indigo Girls
Chasing Pavements - Adele
All I Need - Radiohead
Creep - Radiohead (Couldn't resist)
If No One Ever Marries Me - Natalie Merchant
I Will - The Beatles
Another Day - Paul McCartney
Liability - Lorde
People Watching - Conan Gray
Body - Mother Mother
Fat Funny Friend - Maddie Zahm
I'm Your Man - Leonard Cohen
IDK You Yet - Alexander 23
Waiting Room - Phoebe Bridgers
Goodbye to Love - Phoebe Bridgers
How Soon is Now? - The Smiths
Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want - The Smiths
Asleep - The Smiths
Unloveable - The Smiths
Your Best American Girl - Mitski
Valentine - Fiona Apple (My favorite)
Winter - Tori Amos
As I Am - Joan Jett
A (Much Shorter) List of Songs that Describe How I Wished I Felt Instead- Strong Enough on My Own and Accepting of the Fact That I'm Alone:
Aphrodite - Honey Gentry
No Man's Woman - Sinead O'Connor
You're On Your Own, Kid - Taylor Swift
Beautiful - Christina Aguilera
Perhaps Even More Embarrassing (if Possible), A List of Songs that Describe How I Would Love Someone and How I Want to be Loved. I Love these Songs, and I want to Relate to them Someday:
Je Suis D'Accord - Francoise Hardy
We'll Never Have Sex - Leith Ross
The First Taste - Fiona Apple
Your Body is a Wonderland - John Mayer
Thirteen - Big Star
Limon Y Sal - Julieta Venegas
Jupiter - Flower Face
Head Over Feet - Alanis Morrisette
Arabella - Arctic Monkeys
Strong Enough - Sheryl Crow
Oh My Love - John Lennon
Eres - Cafe Tacvba
(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman - Aretha Franklin
Safe and Sound - Taylor Swift
I'll Get the Coffee - Kathryn Gallagher
Still Into You - Paramore
John, I Love You - Sinead O'Connor
Heal the Pain - George Michael
And I Love You So - Don McLean
Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison
Samba Pa Ti - Santana
An "Our Song"
Feel free to add your own songs and what they mean to you. I hope you're being kind to yourself today, darlings.
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best-d20-character · 1 year
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mysymmetry · 6 months
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2023 Reading List updated Jan 8 March 13 April 10 May 29 July 5 July 31 August 22 Dec 14
Read So Far: Play It As It Lays, Joan Didion All of This Could Be Different, Sarah Thankham Matthews Readme.txt, Chelsea Manning The Book of Grief and Hamburgers, Stuart Ross Burntcoat, Sarah Hall The Best American Essays 2022, ed. Alexander Chee Easy Beauty, Chloe Cooper Jones Very Cold People, Sarah Manguso Son of Elsewhere, Elamin Abdelmahmoud Happy Place, Emily Henry Couplets, Maggie Millner Strange Loops, Elizabeth Harmer Milk Fed, Melissa Broder Tides, Sara Freeman Biography of X, Catherine Lacey The Guest, Emma Cline No One is Talking About This, Patricia Lockwood Ripe, Sarah Rose Etter How to Do Nothing, Jenny Odell Homebodies, Tembe Denton-Hurst Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow, Gabrielle Zevin Trust, Hernan Diaz The Fake, Zoe Whittall Anon Plz, Deuxmoi Utopia, Heidi Sopinka Death Valley, Melissa Broder
Currently Reading: A Little Life, Hanya Yanigahara The Best American Essays 2023, ed. Vivian Gornick Everyone in My Family has Killed Someone, Benjamin Stevenson
Want to Read: Love and Other Puzzles, Kimberley Allsopp (on hold @ city) Land of Milk and Honey, C Pam Zhang (on hold @ city) Lioness, Emily Perkins (on hold @ city) Monsters, Claire Dederer (on hold @ city) Body Friend, Katherine Brabon (avail @ SA Lib) A Real Piece of Work, Erin RIley (not avail @ SA Lib) Priestdaddy, Patricia Lockwood The Light Room, Kate Zambreno Lurch, Don McKay Started but Haven't Finished
Saving Time, Jenny Odell Really Good Actually, Monica Heisey My Autobiography of Carson McCullers, Jenn Shaplan Bliss Montage, Ling Ma Death in Her Hands, Ottessa Moshfegh The Hurting Kind, Ada Limon A Single Rose, Muriel Barbery We Have Always Been Here, Samra Habib Pathological, Sarah Fay The Marrow Thieves, Cherie Dimaline Animal Person, Alexander MacLeod My Face in The Light, Martha Schabas Pure Colour, Sheila Heti Satched, Megan Gail Coles A Lover's Discourse, Roland Barthes The Country of Marriage, Wendell Berry
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candiedspit · 2 years
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have any book/poetry recs? id love to see what kind of books and poems you’ve read that inspire ur work <33
Hmm….I feel I always give the same answers to these questions but my biggest influences have been the work of Don DeLillo, Denis Johnson, Sandra Cisneros, Ada Limon, Jeffrey Eugenides, Ottessa Moshfegh, Ai, Charles Bukowski, Plath and the music of Nina Simone, Elliott Smith, Big Thief, Radiohead, Sharon Van Etten, Roy Orbison, Daniel Johnston and films like Gummo, Crumb, The Piano Teacher, and every Charlie Kaufman film….I’m probably missing some! But those are the things I visit the most when I have writers block !
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llababosaart · 3 months
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Se me hizo chistoso dibujarlo, nada serio la verdad
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grumpy-zane · 2 years
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In Which a Retired General Enters Limon
Cryptor scowled as he sat in the luggage car of the train. It was horribly bumpy, incredibly warm, and overly crowded with cargo boxes and supplies. He couldn’t afford a ticket to be in one of the main passenger cars, nor did he want to ask Cyrus to help him with anything, so he settled for stow away.
Sure, Dr Borg *was* the one who ripped his soul out of the departed realm and shoved it into a compatible vessel, but that doesn’t mean he had to become some sort of friend to the doctor. Why, it just didn’t make sense to Cryptor why he would even do this in the first place, but he didn’t get any answers he wanted to hear. 
"I just think everyone deserves a second chance. Now I did consider making you head of the sentry units but, well, I wouldn't want to put a ghost in a place where it rains often!" Cyrus had laughed, much to the annoyance of Cryptor, "but its clear you don't want to stay around here either. So! I have the perfect place for you to become re-established in the world of the living." 
The trains' wheels screeched as it braked in spurts, gradually slowing the vehicle to a stop. He took no time to pull open the door and wedge hiself between the side and the subterranian linestone wall. Working his way towards the front of the train he managed to scooch his way to the main stations general opening, a wide subterranean space upheld by wood and steel beams. It would have felt a lot bigger if it weren't for the fact that it was filled up with tourists from all walks of life. 
Cryptor weaved his way through the main streams of traffic, rudely shoving people aside who moved too slow for his liking. Forcing his way up the stairs, his optics shrunk at the drastic change of light. 
From the train station, the cul-de-sac shaped town sprawled with houses and trees. It was shaped perfectly for tourism; a wide general road that looped around multiple fountains, with vendors and tourist trap buildings lining the sides set perfectly to grab your attention on your way around. Beyond the inner ring laid the hotels and saloons, and beyond that were scattered clumps of residential housing. Citrus trees lined the entire town like a forest wall, separating this breath of life from the desert wasteland beyond.  Finally, directly across from the station and town in its entirity, stood a large building half carved into the jutting canyon stone. It was the town governing building, and it was exactly what he was looking for. 
The first thing he noted upon entering the front doors was the large set of shark bones that hung from the rafters, its rib cage seemingly built into the roof support. Various glass cases lined the walls between sinage, housing historical artifacts and facts about the area. 
"Howdy," a wrangler, the towns law enforcement and DNR, greeted from the side wall, "need directions?" 
"Yes, where is your head honcho? I have a letter from Cyrus Borg that needs to be delivered to your..." what type of government did Limon have again, "mayor."
She snorted and pushed herself off the side wall, "we don't have a Mayor, but I can take you to the seinor wrangler. My name is Charleston, and you are?"
He hesitated, "Cryptor." 
"Nice to meet you, come this way." She led him down the right wing which housed more museum looking pieces. Three doors down, she knocked on the office door and twisted the knob, "Head Donna, a letter for you." 
The older woman looked up from her paperwork, "coem in." Another wrangler -Joey- fixed his posture as Charleston let Cryptor in and returned to her post. 
Immediately, the former general was pur on edge by Joeys posture. The straightened shoulders, hard gaze, hands hovering by his tool belt, and tipped hat made it seem like he was beyond ready. It was at that moment Cryptor realized that although guns were outlawed in the city, they weren't here.
"Don't mind Joseph, hes a little paranoid by newcomers. You have a letter for me?" Don asked kindly with folded hands. 
"Yes," Cry stepped forward and pulled the letter from his arm plating. "Cyrus Borg has requested that I get a job here. I figured being a wrangler would be of great benefit to you." He smiled with an air of arrogance, "A machine can withstand greater impacts than a man." 
Joey caught his side-eye and frowned.
Donna laughed in half paying attention, "Never heared of this Cyrus person, never heard of you either," she set the paper down and looked him in the eye, "you seem to think you have what it takes to be a wrangler, hm? We get a lot of people like you walking in here asking the same thing, and we always let the wastes do the deciding. I have no authority to make you a wrangler until you pass the exam, so until then, you should get comfortable with the landscape."
Part of her tone urked him, "I know what I am capable of." 
"Thats nice sweetie," she looked back at her paperwork, "Joey, show him out please." 
"Yes ma'am." He almost giddily opened the door for him. 
Cryptor glared, but turned heels. He stomprd his way down the hall and eyed the glass. He was capable alright, beyond qualified to do this job. It was easy wasn't it? Just make sure people arent doung dumb things and smile and wave, what was there an exam about that? 
Charleston felt his deep rooted rage and stepped forward from her post again, "don't take it too personally Cryptor, everyone gets turned down on thr first day. You just gotta pass fhe exam, which happens right at the end of tourist season." She informed.
"Yeah and when is that?" He snarled, "and what do I do before then? I can't live here rent free." 
She tapped her belt, "I can give you a place to stay, and the bars around are always looking for chefs and bartenders." 
He seemed to consider this, "so I have to learn to cook before I can smile and wave? How quaint," his sarcastic tone oozed, "and let me guess, I will need a uniform that I cant afford in order to work, hm?" He was only there in boots and pants, not that he or anyone minded.
Charleston hummed, "tell you what, I'll give you a grace period of 4 days for you to get acquainted with the town before I'm making you work. It'll give you enough time to see what's needed, and to get familiar with the culture. Part of bring a wrangler is upholding Limon's law, which is mighty different from the City. Here," Crptor caught the kry she tossed to him, "The farthest east house on the south side, thats mine. Don't mind the roommate, she's a little too unafraid. You two will get along great." 
He looked at the key and scoweled. At least that meant he could take a nap. In this vessel he needed recharge time, it took at a lot of energy to move it around, and the exghaustion was starting to weigh in on him. 
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Mexico limes lost relevance in Europe in favor of Brazil
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The presence of Mexican limes on the European market is currently picking up speed rapidly. This year's campaign is getting off to a relatively late start compared to other years, with relatively high quotations, describes Andreas Schindler, Managing Director of the fruit trading company of the same name, Pilz Schindler Ltd, and the driving force behind the internationally established lime brand Don Limon. At the start of the season, he spoke to us about the continuing tight freight situation and the gradual shift in the global lime market.
"Larger shipments from Mexico are coming later than usual this year, as the U.S. market has been very strong for practically the entire first half of the year, and the European market, on the other hand, is proving to be extremely volatile, based on experience," Schindler said, outlining the current situation. According to Schindler, the current situation corresponds to a longer-term trend. "Mexico is increasingly leaving exports to Europe to Brazil, which is why the Mexican season tends to be shorter and Brazil is taking up noticeably more space in the local market. In short, priorities are now such that the importance of the U.S. market continues to grow, and only when demand in the U.S. is weak is product exported to Europe."
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jerseydeanne · 2 years
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Trump broke CNN
I like this one better
Next is that racist Don Limone!
Kick them to the curb. They ruined CNN as a go-to news source.
The people demand non-bias authentic news sources. Not something a PR wrote to continue the fake narrative.
We are getting our news on the internet now. Enquiring minds do want to know the truth.
Thank you so much, O anon. It made my day!
Later tater head!
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diarioelpepazo · 1 month
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Al ver que la imagen del hijo de Dios se confundía con los frutos de aquel prodigioso árbol, que producto del azar se cruzó en el camino de tan numerosa procesión, la gente se imaginó que algo bueno le depararía el destino para contrarrestar las calamidades que había traído aquella epidemia criminal. [caption id="attachment_107225" align="aligncenter" width="800"] Foto Cortesía[/caption] Luis Carlucho Martín “Por la esquina de Miracielos/ en su Miércoles de Dolor/ el Nazareno de San Pablo/ pasaba siempre en procesión”. Es una estrofa de El Limonero de El Señor, poema de don Andrés Eloy Blanco, dedicado al milagro tan divulgado en aquella Caracas, cuando por efectos de la mal llamada "peste española" se estaba muriendo la gente por montones, y cuentan que, en una de esas procesiones de Semana Santa, la corona o la parte superior de la cruz del Nazareno de San Pablo, se enredó con las ramas de una mata de limón plantada en la esquina de Miracielos, en pleno centro de la ciudad. Al ver que la imagen del hijo de Dios se confundía con los frutos de aquel prodigioso árbol, que producto del azar se cruzó en el camino de tan numerosa procesión, la gente se imaginó que algo bueno le depararía el destino para contrarrestar las calamidades que había traído aquella epidemia criminal. El Cielo oyó sus súplicas. Unos dijeron que los limones fueron rasgados por las espinas de la corona de Jesús, y el zumo derramado, al ser probado por los feligreses, causaba un efecto curativo de carácter inmediato. Otros dicen que con tan afortunado encontronazo entre la procesión y aquella mata, los limones empezaron a caer, ofreciéndose muy cargados del ácido pero curativo elixir. Santo remedio. Santo milagro. Ese fue el canto generalizado. Y los enfermos empezaron a sanar con tan altas y puras dosis de vitamina C encapsulada en los milagrosos frutos. Antes de su fama supranatural, aquellos frutos del especial limonero —que había sido sembrado por un desconocido español durante la Pascua de 1915— servían para dar el jugo que se consumía durante las festividades de San Simón. Si hubiese sido ahorita, en nuestros tiempos, no hay dudas de que los nada santos bachaqueros ya se hubiesen apropiado de la mata, de sus frutos y hasta de la esquina de Miracielos para, desde sus improvisados tarantines, revender limones, jugo, concha y hasta “las pepas” a precios inimaginables y en divisas. “¿Qué mano avara cortaría/ el limonero del señor?”, escribió el poeta cumanés en una pregunta sin respuesta, y en claro tono de reclamo ante el alocado crecimiento capitalino que no tomó en cuenta ni respetó ni a las normas de planificación urbana, ni, mucho menos, a esas reliquias santorales de comprobado efecto milagroso. “(…) Y se curaron los pestosos/ bebiendo el ácido licor/ con agua clara de Catuche,/ entre oración y oración (…) El Nazareno de San Pablo/ tuvo una casa y la perdió/ y tuvo un patio y una tapia/ y un limonero y un portón/ ¡malhaya el golpe que cortara/ el limonero del Señor”, dicen otros versos de la pluma del cumanés, en clara alusión al lamento que significa no poder contar con la sagrada fuente de curación… Y estas líneas cierran con el inicio del poema: “En la esquina de Miracielos/ agoniza la tradición…”, porque, a falta del sagrado zumo, la costumbre no solo agonizó sino que lamentablemente feneció. Para recibir en tu celular esta y otras informaciones, únete a nuestras redes sociales, síguenos en Instagram, Twitter y Facebook como @DiarioElPepazo El Pepazo
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