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Appalachian in Queens • Writer, editor, union member • My cathedral is built for a god to see so even secret places have ornament • They

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Mags Display Name@mags· 24d

Catching up on what could be mammals and the aura on this chimp is unbelievable

Page from picture book: text “or as clever as a chimp. It’s still a mammal.” under photo of chimp reclining on grass with one leg folded over the other and their arms crossed lightly, leaning up slightly with a reserved, appraising look just verging on a sneer. They have the bearing of a diva lounging poolside and being shown something that barely merits their interest but they’re humoring you for the moment

Mags Display Name@mags· 24d

Why did I make this

Edit of Perry Bible Fellowship “Skub” comic

Panel 1: two people in shirts reading “pintle” and “gudgeon” meet confrontationally
Panel 2: “pintle” punches “gudgeon”
Panel 3: They start to fight as bystanders pull them apart
Panel 4: parts of a hinge labeled “pintle” and “gudgeon”

Mags Display Name@mags· 25d

Folks we’ve got a rare Reverse William Carlos Williams in the office fridge

Lone, slightly aged peach sitting on otherwise bare refrigerator shelf with note propped beside it reading: “Since you stole the 1st peach, might as well steal 2nd one. Enjoy :)”

Mags Display Name@mags· 25d

Have had this image of the Star as a figure for someone weeping freely, just crying as long and hard as you need to and letting the tears roll down to the big water—this isn’t totally there (the streams down the body don’t feel right yet) but getting close

Colored pencil drawing: a nude woman drawn in pink and red, kneeling / sitting on her heels in shallow water by a shoreline, her palms facing up and fingers trailing in the water. She tilts her head back, crying two blue streams that run down her body into the water. She has eight eight-pointed star tattoos across her chest, arms, and belly. Behind her, a night sky with stars and Milky Way is drawn in deep blue

Mags Display Name@mags· 26d

Raffi… thank you

raffi_music:
tomorrow can be better. including crying tears that were suppressed. good tears.

Mags Display Name@mags· 26d

Raffi you’re so right

Threads post from raffi_music:
stay creative. after Baby Beluga, I didn't worry about how can I top that.. just kept growing as a person and musically. 14 years later, Bananaphone!

Mags Display Name@mags· 26d

some rain huh folks

rain-drenched Mags on a city street in front of a store called WATERWORKS

Mags Display Name@mags· 28d

I highly recommend ThriftBooks’ DVD and Blu-ray selection for classics and surprises! I also recommend double-checking whether something they’ve listed as another edition of the same title is actually a very different viewing experience altogether

Screenshot of ThriftBooks: Julie Ducourneau’s Raw listed as the French version of Eddie Murphy’s Raw

Mags Display Name@mags· 28d

I have acquired silly boots

From a camera at floor level, Mags’ furry legs in red velour shorts and light brown leather western boots with leather tassel details

Mags Display Name@mags· 29d

LRT: have been watching religious exemptions to AI use with interest—tangentially related thing I learned recently is that Quakers helped popularize set costs for goods and services, so there’s history of religious/ethical exception to algorithmic pricing as well (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Price_t...)

Before the late 19th century, in most cases, retail goods did not have a fixed price, and each customer would be expected to haggle with the store clerk [citation needed]. The Quakers, who found it immoral for different customers to pay different prices (now known as price discrimination) were an exception.

The Pennsylvania Quakers'' "honest price" was institutionalized in 1874 by John Wanamaker, when he opened his eponymous department store in Philadelphia. A renowned innovator of the highest integrity, Wanamaker was the first retailer to offer money-back guarantees. He also invented the price tag: "A devout Christian, he believed that if everyone was equal before God, then everyone should be equal before price." Before Wanamaker's, every purchase was open to a haggle."

Macy's in New York (Rowland Hussey Macy was a Quaker) also began affixing physical tags to items in the 1870s, eliminating haggling. This allowed shorter training time for new clerks (who would no longer need to know the art of haggling nor the range of accepted prices for every item) and allowed clerks to serve more customers. (2]

Mags Display Name@mags· Jul 11

Tough coach yelling at the lanky guy in the weights room:

Mags Display Name@mags· Jul 11

Pounding the table in the situation room and shouting

kids’ science book with cover image of panda: It Could Still Be A Mammal

Mags Display Name@mags· Jul 11

Lil tarot riff on the 4 of Cups (maybe a 4 of Cups the morning after the 3 of Cups that’s partying in a field with your friends)

Colored pencil drawing of a figure in shorts, a t-shirt, and dark sunglasses slumped back groggily against a tree in a grassy place. Three red cups surround them on the ground as a fourth hovers nearby with tiny wings

Mags Display Name@mags· Jul 10

Gillette CEO author photo from “Fuck Everything, We're Doing Five Blades” editorial

Mags Display Name@mags· Jul 9

She’s just like me for real!!! In this ONE specific way. Not the other ways

TV shows closeup of hand writing “Learn the AKAI!!” on a legal pad (fictionalized Christine Chubbock probably means a tape machine at the 1970s newsroom and not the modern-day MIDI controller I’ve been learning)

Mags Display Name@mags· Jul 9

Bonus Gwyn

Angela Wong Carbone as bright-eyed intern Gwyn making a puzzled/thinking face, sketched in pink colored pencil

Angela Wong Carbone as intern Gwyn looking down and saying of her sucky boyfriend “…he’d just say I’m not getting the joke” as Margaret urges her to dump his ass

Mags Display Name@mags· Jul 9

Rebecca Hall just has one of the great faces and I haven’t nailed it yet but I persevere

Colored pencil sketches of Rebecca Hall’s character Margaret in Resurrection (2022): two heads, one tilted back and gasping, one startled and looking slightly to the side with lips parted

Rebecca Hall as Margaret leaning forward over a kitchen counter, a smiling but quizzical and slightly furrowed expression

Rebecca Hall as Margaret drinking a beer in her robe on the couch taking a phone call and smiling impishly

Rebecca Hall as Margaret lying down with her face pushed into a pillow and tired, haunted eyes; the figure is sketched in red against a solid blue background

Mags Display Name@mags· Jul 9

Yes… ha ha ha… yes!!

Mags Display Name@mags· Jul 6

—And what will usefulness be then? (Carl Phillips)

Delicately, Slow, the World Comes Back
by Carl Phillips

So what if usefulness, thin as figment,
but sturdier, sturdy enough, seems the one gift
I’ve been able to give, that I didn’t take back. The bamboo

does its folding and unfolding thing anyway, under the wind,
across, over it. Hard to say how the parts that hurt in life,
most of them, ever come to pass. The wild dog in my head

that I keep for company, that I’d been told could
not be tamed, which is why I wanted him, I think,
or I think so now, becomes daily more tractable: I raise

my hand; he fairly falls beneath it. Half of me says I’m
the wrong answer, while the other says no, maybe
just more difficult, the harder one

to choose. The dog looks up at me,
then quickly away. Pretty soon, I’ll have broken him. Little prize;
bit of trophy. —And what will usefulness be then?

Mags Display Name@mags· Jul 6

Every Platner story is like this

RFK Jr. on Whether More Women Will Accuse Him of Sexual Assault: ‘We’ll See’

Mags Display Name@mags· Jul 5

even this is something

Wildlife
by Ellen Bass

The woman who was saving iguanas opened the cage of the newest arrival and asked if I wanted to hold him. She showed me how to slip my forearm under his scaly belly and bring him to my chest, not unlike soothing a colicky baby, though the iguana showed no distress and breathed evenly against my body, not cold, not warm, as if he didn't mind being suspended in a strangers arms, as if nothing could surprise him in the tumble of the world hed been swept up into. The iguana was strapped into a thin black harness that made him look like a leatherman from the Castro, an old queer with spiked hair and his wrinkled dewlap. Id had a bad day, well really a bad year, and the one before that wasn't good either. My child wasn't talking to me and I'd stopped talking to everyone else. The iguana was still as a monk in prayer, all that moved were his ruched eyelids which opened and closed over his orange eyes. His chest filled and emptied with the dry hot air we shared. I thought to myself, even this is something.

Mags Display Name@mags· Jul 4

A poem I usually read when I’m reading and don’t plan to publish exactly but have shared in a few other places, for the holiday:

Liberty Ghazal

A tall Frenchwoman with a strong Greek look:
Emma Lazarus called her Mother of Exiles.

Two faces on a rescinded green card,
the bearer's and hers: a mother in exile.

Through a handheld camera, the guards hide their faces,
the prisoners don't—the law's motherless exiles.

Some lay their babies on water, some hike through the desert,
some dig them from rubble, the mothers of exiles.

A nation is an anthem for those it loves
and a bayonet-point to the rest: borders are mothers of exile.

Lazarus took an Italian form, I took an Arabic:
tunings for love songs turned mothers for exiles.

I don't give you permission to open my door.
I don't consent to a search. You won't seize the mother of exiles.

Mags Display Name@mags· Jul 4

OK Adrienne Rich! (docs.google.com/file/d/1Nzee...)

***
The possibilities that exist between two people, or among a group of people, are a kind of alchemy.
They are the most interesting thing in life. The liar is someone who keeps losing sight of these possibilities.
When relationships are determined by manipulation, by the need for control, they may possess a dreary, bickering kind of drama, but they cease to be interesting. They are repetitious; the shock of human possibilities has ceased to reverberate through them.
When someone tells me a piece of truth which has been withheld from me, and which I needed in order to see my life more clearly, it may bring acute pain, but it can also flood me with a cold, sea-sharp wash of relief. Often such truths come by accident, or from strangers.
It isn't that to have an honourable relationship with you, I have to understand everything, or tell you everything at once, or that i can know, beforehand, everything I need to tell you.
It means that most of the time I am eager, longing for the possibility of telling you. That these possibilities may seem frightening, but not destructive, to me. That I feel strong enough to hear your tentative and groping words. That we both know we are trying, all the time, to extend the possibilities of truth between us.
The possibility of life between us.

Mags Display Name@mags· Jul 2

Dressing for the weather

Mags, a white nonbinary thirtysomething, in a black muscle tee, green shorts, an off-white bandana, a blue micro bolo necklace, and their usual blue-rimmed glasses, posing with their arms flush to their slightly tilted body

Mags in the same outfit leaning to camera with their hands on their thighs

Mags Display Name@mags· Jun 30

I never want to see an AI search summary in my life, but I LOVE People Also Ask

People also ask
What is the smartest flower?

Mags Display Name@mags· Jun 30

Good morning, new necklace

Mags, a white nonbinary thirtysomething, back- and side-lit by a bright window with their hands in their hair and a large brass statement necklace of several hollow brass hearts arranged in a kind of cascading chandelier shape across their chest. The light catches their head and pit hair ever just so

Mags Display Name@mags· Jun 30

show me a picture that captures your essence

Black-and-white film photo booth photo of Mags with long hair, glasses, mouth slightly parted to show teeth, lightly disheveled throughout and framed by a big black coat

Mags Display Name@mags· Jun 29

I keep seeing people call this movie bleak, but I just don’t agree! I think visions of how to help each other along through lives where pain and damage continue to exist are a pretty important form of substantive, clear-eyed hope, actually! boxd.it/eZzHdj

(alt text truncated; complete text at link) There's a one-liner review on here that's like "why is it always 'I love you' and not 'if I'm going to be chased and tormented for the rest of my life by a demon entity that resembles the person I desire most, I want that thing to look just like you,'" and like, lol, but also: I think that's a pretty profound moment! These boys are faced with a choice between venturing a genuine connection that presents real risks—not just emotional vulnerability, not just fears or anxieties that wouldn't really be so bad if you'd just get over yourself, but terror and hurt that can be destabilizing, and cause real pain to the both of you to stand in together—and the slow death of either total isolation or entombing yourself and others in relationships that aren't genuine, and aren't living. It's not even just the parents and preachers telling them that they have some kind of duty of honor to go with the slow death. Fellow deliverance healing survivor Jessica, grieving and guilt-ridden, essentially screams at them what she's been screaming at herself since Marnie died: you’re just making it stronger, you'll only make it worse, you have to stay away.

You have to pick the genuine thing. You have to, even though that might not mean total liberation from your demons. (Or even, let's be real, your failings; Naim shouldn't have ratted on Ryan and Hunter, and the scale of the consequences for that were tragic and unfair to completely pin on a child who did something childish, but he hasn't always been a hero here and he has to live with that.) God, that last shot of Naim seeing the monster out the window as he’s escaping with Ryan—the monster present even as the loving person is, too—and slowly, deliberately looking to the real Ryan, and pulling closer to him. Keep a place for me, even when I seem far away. Keep a place for me, even when I sometimes don’t know how to be sure it’s really you […]

Mags Display Name@mags· Jun 29

Erasure poem

Partially worn or removed sticker reads, depending on your interpretation, “employees must / hands / the toilet / food / they are soiled” or possibly “and / toilet / food / are soiled” if only completely unobstructed letters are included

Mags Display Name@mags· Jun 29

read Wild Faith by Tal Lavin!!!