Treeleaftown

readings: essays, articles & short stories pt. 2

the winter of civilisation

fruits we'll never taste, languages we'll never hear: the need for needless complexity

emily dickinson and the creative solitude of space

the lost art of looking at nature

the bowl, the ram and the folded map: navigating the complicated world

ada limón on preparing the body for a reopened world

before it was 'bittersweet', nostalgia was seen as a parasite

why alien languages could be far stranger than we imagine

the fig leaf, benjamin shane evans

cat pianos, sound-houses, and other imaginary musical instruments

of shark moves, shell shocks, and trash landings on the moon

as bright as a feather — ostriches, home dyeing, and the global plume trade

getting ahead, jonas karlsson

do these florida dolphins have a language?

the form of a demon and the heart of a person: kitagawa utamaro's prints of yamauba and kintarō (ca. 1800)

who needs ai text-generation when there's erasmus of rotterdam

when memories from fiction become part of who you are

how do transgender people remember their earlier selves?

"i'm mr sterling's right hand arm. man." is to say: i am the unutterable wisdom that precedes and gives rise to verbal understanding.

"i'm mr sterling everything" is to say: i am the undifferentiated matrix through which the phenomenon of "mr sterling" is apprehended.

"his confidant. his best friend. his silly rabbit." is to say: the unity of the two, differentiated and undifferentiated, quiescence and clarity, produces a third which is motion, who then goes on reproduce itself indefinitely.

"does he call you that? no." is to say: the name which can be spoken is not the eternal name.

A hora da Estrela (Suzana Amaral, 1985)

Today I get employed and then no matter what happens with school I will know I can feed myself and buy people gifts and donate money and share and just generally not walk around with a dark cloud over my head and it’ll make school easier too because I’ll know it’s not an emergency that i have to stress for

Women Holding Strange Creatures by Quentin Blake

Fernando O'Connor (Argentinian, 1966), Amarillo, 2011. Oil and charcoal on canvas, 180 x 200 cm.

Israel returned to war again. The bombing is everywhere. We are being exterminated here and the whole world is silent.

In a moment, 400 people were killed, most of them children and women.

There is no food, no drink, and no way out of this hell.

We are dying before your eyes please, don’t leave us alone! Save us, do something protest, donate, participate.

I don’t want to die! Please support me with any amount that will promise me to buy food, drink, medicine and survive me and my family