Martin Hayes - notebook full of crap

Jan 22

“The circumscribed task of journalism on both sides of the Atlantic is to create the pretence of political choice where there is none.” New Statesman - The war on democracy

(via APOD: 2012 January 11 - Little Planet Lovejoy)

(via Carleton Watkins in Yosemite)

(via The Red Tower | Thomas Ligotti | Weird Fiction Review)

(via Magritte’s Maldoror)

Jan 14

“Our own experience shows that no one in our history was ever paid more than the idiots who ran the country into the ground.” Gene Kerrigan: ‘Top People’ milk system while we suffer - Gene Kerrigan, Columnists - Independent.ie

Nov 28

(via Found Objects: Pumpkin Faces & Mask Teeth)

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1927

Bérénice Bejo as Peppy Miller in The Artist.

(via nedhepburn)

Nov 24

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Thanksgiving Day parade in New York City.

(via retrogasm)

Nov 11

(via AL AVISON -CHAMBER OF CHILLS #26 COVER ORIG ART MONSTER - Lewis Wayne Gallery)

Nov 8

(via Thrilling Wonder Stories, April 1953 - Pulp of the Day)

Nov 7

“I took advantage of being at the seaside to lay in a store of sucking-stones. They were pebbles but I call them stones. Yes, on this occasion I laid in a considerable store. I distributed them equally between my four pockets, and sucked them turn and turn about. This raised a problem which I first solved in the following way. I had say sixteen stones, four in each of my four pockets these being the two pockets of my trousers and the two pockets of my greatcoat. Taking a stone from the right pocket of my greatcoat, and putting it in my mouth, I replaced it in the right pocket of my greatcoat by a stone from the right pocket of my trousers, which I replaced by a stone from the left pocket of my trousers, which I replaced by a stone from the left pocket of my greatcoat, which I replaced by the stone which was in my mouth, as soon as I had finished sucking it. Thus there were still four stones in each of my four pockets, but not quite the same stones. And when the desire to suck took hold of me again, I drew again on the right pocket of my greatcoat, certain of not taking the same stone as the last time. And while I sucked it I rearranged the other stones in the way I have just described. And so on. But this solution did not satisfy me fully. For it did not escape me that, by an extraordinary hazard, the four stones circulating thus might always be the same four. In which case, far from sucking the sixteen stones turn and turn about, I was really only sucking four, always the same, turn and turn about. But I shuffled them well in my pockets, before I began to suck, and again, while I sucked, before transferring them, in the hope of obtaining a more general circulation of the stones from pocket to pocket. But this was only a makeshift that could not long content a man like me. So I began to look for something else …” Beckett - Molloy sucking-stones

“How it began: On April 6, 1960, Lester D. Mallory, US Deputy Assistant Secretary of State for Inter-American Affairs, wrote in an internal memorandum: “The majority of Cubans support Castro … The only foreseeable means of alienating internal support is through disenchantment and disaffection based on economic dissatisfaction and hardship. … every possible means should be undertaken promptly to weaken the economic life of Cuba.” Mallory proposed “a line of action which … makes the greatest inroads in denying money and supplies to Cuba, to decrease monetary and real wages, to bring about hunger, desperation and overthrow of government.”14 Later that year, the Eisenhower administration instituted the suffocating embargo against its eternally-declared enemy.” William Blum :: Anti-Empire Report, Number 99

Nov 6

Jill by Philip Larkin (by Faber Books)

A Girl in Winter by Philip Larkin (by Faber Books)

Martin Hayes - notebook full of crap

Short story and comic writer. A place to keep interesting things found on the net. Main site - www.paroneiria.com

Short story and comic writer. A place to keep interesting things found on the net.

Main site - www.paroneiria.com