The human heart stripped of fat and muscle, with just the angel veins exposed.
book of hours
An online commonplace book. I write short and long form fiction.
More at caschaefer.blogspot.com.
More at caschaefer.blogspot.com.
Mar 09
Mar 01
“Through Happiness and Woe,” 2010.
Two book works bound inside Japanese paper. Each book contains a series of graphite drawings, scanned and printed on mylar. Alluding to the idea of distance between the two individuals represented, a line is seen traveling throughout the piece. A short poem can be read on each book cover (the quality of each cover mirroring that of aging skin). As the piece is folded in on itself, the two poems (united) can be read in full.
- Sam
(via fuckyeahbookarts)
Feb 29
Claire Brewster.
Feb 28
“ She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening.
— Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber
Mahogany apothecary chest with a hidden panel in the rear of the chest. Bottles labeled “Taylor Bros Cavendish Square London.”
Feb 27
“ Carnival is a pageant without footlights and without a division into performers and spectactors. In carnival everyone is an active participant, everyone communes in the carnival act. Carnival is not contemplated, and, strictly speaking, not even performed; its participants live in it, they live by its laws as long as those laws are in effect; that is, they live a carnivalesque life.
— Mikhail Bakhtin’s “Carnival and the Carnivalesque:”
Johanna Drucker, The Word Made Flesh
“ Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.
— Roland Barthes
Mastectomy tattoo.
Feb 26
And nothing replaces this hand moving across the page, as it does now, intent on making a small mark and allowing it to stand on this longing surface.
—Carole Maso, Break Every Rule
(Source: closetpoesie)
