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Rice bowl with ikura (salmon roe) -Ikura don- by Miki Nagata (bananagranola) 


The 72-Room Bohemian Dream House | Via

The building at 190 Bowery is a mystery: a graffiti-covered Gilded Age relic, with a beat-up wooden door that looks like it hasn’t been opened since La Guardia was mayor. A few years ago, that described a lot of the neighborhood, but with the Bowery Hotel and the New Museum, the Rogan and John Varvatos boutiques, 190 is now an anomaly, not the norm. Why isn’t some developer turning it into luxury condos?

Because Jay Maisel, the photographer who bought it 42 years ago for $102,000, still lives there, with his wife, Linda Adam Maisel, and daughter, Amanda. It isn’t a decrepit ruin; 190 Bowery is a six-story, 72-room, 35,000-square-foot (depending on how you measure) single-family home.

“I can’t believe it,” says Corcoran’s Robby Browne, an expert in downtown real estate. “I thought it was vacant.”

The house now feels like a dream world, or a benign version of the vast hotel in The Shining. Hallways go on forever. Rooms are filled with projects in various phases of completion. The renovations, mostly done by Maisel, are very “artists live here.” The air-conditioning, for example, is a building-wide network of giant plastic tubing (the kind used to ventilate greenhouses) that funnels cool air from six units, one on each floor. “It would have cost thousands to put in central air when I moved in,” he explains. The Mylar shades on the windows help keep the heat out; he and Linda make them in one of the rooms on the fifth floor.

I do believe in an everyday sort of magic—the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we’re alone.

 Charles de Lint (via apoetreflects)

One does not want a poem to serve anything; the liberating god of poetry does not endorse servitude.

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Polynesian tapa. The history of mankind. 1896.

Seeing Red

"It’s a Singaporean attitude. Every few years, we have an upgrading programme and some choose to paint over our bricked flats. Other countries allow their brick buildings to age.

Do you imagine at night someone
going to bed the very moment
you are going to bed? Turning
out the light?
And isn’t it so quiet you swear
the heart is telepathic.
Isn’t it—

Beckian Fritz Goldberg, from “Eros in His Striped Shirt,” In the Badlands of Desire (Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 1993)

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Wedding Lingerie,1929 

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Kelmscott Press, William Morris


© Patrick Morarescu

No modern nation, however benign their political system and however eloquent their public voices may be about the virtues of tolerance, multiculturalism, and inclusion, are free of the idea that its national sovereignty is built on some sort of ethnic genius.

A. Appadurai (2006), Fear of Small Numbers: An Essay on the Geography of Anger, pp. 3. 

In a way, this sounds horribly like he’s talking about Singapore.