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batmanisagatewaydrug · 1 year

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reading update: March

this month I am keeping it QUICK and I am keeping it DIRTY. mostly the former, because I've only managed to finish four (four!!!!) books this month so I Do Not have a lot to say. please pray for a more fruitful April.

what have I been reading?

Babel, or the Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators' Revolution (R.F. Kuang, 2022) - first of all I must once again thank the unfathomably generous @fabledshadow for sending me a copy of this gorgeous book FOR KEEPSIES at absolutely no charge. I genuinely feel so lucky to have a copy on my shelf now, because Babel is a book that's 100% worth the hype. it's an absolutely brilliant alternate magic history, where the British empire is chugging along consuming the world with one small change: magic, powered by the power of the translated word. from this relatively simple premise Kuang launches into a relentless interrogation of colonialism, power, and assimilation. our protagonist Robin and his friends in the translation department - Ramy, an Indian Muslim; Victoire, a Black Haitian; and Letty, a white Englishwoman - all grapple with the allure of achievement within the white patriarchy of Oxford, as well as the question of what to do when you realize the system you gave your life was never going to love you back. after countless stories of milquetoast centrist both-sideism Babel was a thundering read, and I relished its rage slowly building up in little outrages to a bloody dynamite ending.

Hijab Butch Blues (Lamya H, 2023) - a really heartfelt and thought-provoking memoir that I could not put down. Lamya (a pen name the author uses; her identity is unknown) makes fascinating connections between stories from the Quran and her own experiences growing up Muslim, closeted, queer, and Othered anywhere she went. I especially loved an early chapter in which Lamya lays out her reasons for resonating with a young Maryam, mother of Jesus, as a despondently depressed teen, and describes her sense that Maryam must also be a dyke. Lamya really excels here, empathizing with all the most long-suffering religious figures and finding interpretations that make that suffering make sense, finding ways out and through the pain into a better ending. as with any essay collection that draws on saying x is sort of like y, the connections sometimes feel a little tenuous, but through a lot of thorny, complicated feelings this memoir manages to feel like a little bubble of meditative calm that was an absolute balm to read.

Get A Life, Chloe Brown (Talia Hibbert, 2019) - this month's romance novel was also my first foray into heterosexualty, and I have to say: not impressed! the titular Chloe Brown is, I'm going to be real with you, kind of the worst; I can obviously excuse the trust issues that stem from being abandoned by her fiance and friends after becoming chronically ill, and taking no shit from nosy neighbors performing the classic microaggression of touching Chloe's hair, but it's also casually noted that after an elderly neighbor in her apartment complex mistakenly took Chloe's mail Chloe retaliated by dumping hot tea into the neighbor's mailbox? unhinged. her love interest, Red, is also a mess; he's presented as a "bad boy" per the back cover blurb, but all that ever really amounts to is him having a motorcycle, many tattoos, and a lower class upbringing. class is a recurring point of tension between Chloe, who comes from a fabulously wealthy family, and Red, who's got some #trauma from a previous wealthy girlfriend who once stabbed him with a fork, but it plays out in remarkably silly ways. during one memorable (in a bad way) scene the pair enter an art gallery where the wealthy patrons all immediately turn and glare at Red for the crime of [checks notes] wearing a flannel, acting physically afraid of him as if they can smell the poverty wafting off. the sex scenes are mid (points for Red jacking off, though I wish the narration hadn't made a point of noting his hefty sac) and the romance plotline just isn't hefty enough to carry an entire novel, since there's no REAL conflict except for Chloe and Red's refusal to get along with each other. when the third act misunderstanding arrives it's gnarly, with Red screaming vile accusations at Chloe before immediately changing his mind and bombarding her with gifts until she takes him back. there are stories where I can overlook that kind of thing, but a book where I was bored for the first 95% and have no investment in the characters ain't it.

How Far the Light Reaches: A Life in Ten Sea Creatures (Sabrina Imbler, 2023) - if you guys know anything about me you know that 1.) I love the sea and all her creatures and 2.) I'm a big ol' homo, so this queer memoir-in-essays had me extremely excited. Imbler is a tremendous essayist, drawing connections between their life and cuttlefish, whales, and salps with a striking mix of appreciation and exactitude. Imbler marvels without getting maudlin, always shying away at the tasteful point well before their speculation becomes full anthropomorphization. I was particularly taken with "My Mother and the Starving Octopus," a painfully familiar reflection upon the uncomfortable relationship with food and weight that's so often passed from mother to daughter, and "Beware the Sand Striker," a thoughtful pontification on sexual violence and the murky places where consent is unclear. Imbler thrives in ambiguity: the ongoing question of their own biracial identity and what it means to them, the metamorphosis of their own gender, the beauty to be found even in aggressively invasive goldfish species. it's fitting that a life represented through the ocean - deep and dark, ever-changing and largely unexplored - is comfortable not having rock solid answers to everything, and I loved joining Imbler in that gentle, shifting space.

what am I reading now?

Necropolitics (Achille Mbembe, 2011) - this book is so smart and I am so dumb :/

The Priory of the Orange Tree (Samantha Shannon, 2019) - I finally started this stupid fucking behemoth of a book and I'm enraged to report that I'll probably really like it. unfortunately I almost immediately to put it on pause while I try to finish 869000 other books :/

White Noise (Don DeLillo, 1985) - every once in a while I venture away from my safe TBR list; this one crossed my path thanks to a coworker who's reading it for a class and lent me her copy. I have no idea how to explain this without making it sound awful but it's a fascinating read.

Cursed Bunny (Bora Chung, trans. Anton Hur, 2022) - my interest in this short story collection was piqued when I saw a writer describe it as some of the grossest shit they've ever read, and I'll be honest: the story I've gotten around to is some of the grossest shit I've ever read. dead dove, do not eat.

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seosharks · 24 days

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Jean-Michel Basquiat is a Beacon in the East Village Art Scene

In the dimly lit alleys and bohemian lofts of New York City's East Village, a vibrant art revolution was brewing in the late 1970s. At its forefront stood a young prodigy, Jean-Michel Basquiat, whose meteoric rise to fame would leave an indelible mark on the art world. His raw talent, coupled with an unyielding spirit of creativity, propelled him from obscurity to prominence, earning him a place among the most celebrated artists of the 20th century.

Born in Brooklyn in 1960, Jean-Michel Basquiat journey to artistic acclaim was as unconventional as his work itself. Raised in a melting pot of cultures and influences, he soaked up the dynamic energy of the city streets, which would later become the canvas for his bold expressions. With a father of Haitian descent and a Puerto Rican mother, Basquiat's heritage infused his art with a rich tapestry of symbolism and identity.

In the late 1970s, the East Village emerged as a hotbed of artistic experimentation, attracting a diverse community of avant-garde creators seeking refuge from the commercialized art world. Basquiat found his sanctuary amidst this eclectic milieu, where he honed his craft alongside fellow visionaries such as Keith Haring and Jean-Michel's close friend and collaborator, Andy Warhol.

Basquiat's art defied categorization, blending elements of street graffiti, neo-expressionism, and primitive art into a singular, visceral style. His canvases pulsated with frenetic energy, adorned with enigmatic symbols, cryptic texts, and fragmented figures that spoke to the chaos of urban life and the complexities of the human condition. Each brushstroke seemed to echo the rhythm of the city, capturing its raw vitality and relentless pace.

It was not long before Basquiat's work caught the attention of the art world's elite. His first solo exhibition in 1981 at the Annina Nosei Gallery catapulted him into the spotlight, garnering widespread acclaim for his provocative compositions and fearless approach. Critics hailed him as a visionary, while collectors clamored to acquire his pieces, propelling Basquiat from struggling artist to cultural icon virtually overnight.

Central to Basquiat's appeal was his ability to bridge the gap between high and low culture, drawing inspiration from sources as diverse as jazz, street art, African masks, and classical mythology. His paintings spoke to the universal human experience, transcending boundaries of race, class, and gender to resonate with audiences around the world. In a society marked by division and discord, Basquiat's art served as a unifying force, offering glimpses of beauty and truth amidst the chaos.

Despite his meteoric rise, Basquiat remained fiercely independent, resisting attempts to commodify or co-opt his work for commercial gain. He rejected the trappings of fame, preferring to immerse himself in the creative process rather than bask in the limelight. His dedication to authenticity and integrity earned him the respect of his peers and secured his legacy as a true pioneer of contemporary art.

Tragically, Basquiat's life was cut short at the age of 27, succumbing to a heroin overdose in 1988. Yet, his influence endures, his legacy immortalized in the timeless brilliance of his art. Today, Basquiat's paintings command record prices at auction houses, his name synonymous with innovation and rebellion in the annals of art history.

In the decades since his passing, Basquiat's impact on the East Village art scene and beyond has only deepened, inspiring successive generations of artists to push the boundaries of creativity and challenge the status quo. His spirit lives on in the vibrant streets of New York City, where his presence is felt in every splash of color, every scrawl of graffiti, and every beat of the city's pulse. Jean-Michel Basquiat may have risen swiftly to fame, but his legacy will endure for generations to come, a testament to the enduring power of art to shape our world and ignite our imagination.

#Jean-Michel Basquiat

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Hello hello!! I saw your states post and was wondering if you can share with us your headcanons for New York or Texas, whichever one you feel more inclined to !! Thank you so much in advance! 😺💖💖

i'll post both since i have quite a bit on each ! so beware, this is gonna be a long post lmao

i'll go on about new york first because i have a lot on him dfghj. firstly, his human name is theodore douglass (he was given his first name by england, but chose his surname); he sometimes goes by theo, but only ever lets close friends call him teddy.

when he was a kid, theo was surprisingly shy, but very nerdy. he was a somewhat quiet child who loved to spend every waking moment reading and/or learning. england was actually kinda proud because of this, since new york could speak five languages by the time he was physically seven. he didn't really much else to do as a child, and was often left alone, so he would read and read and read.

nowadays, he's much prouder and loud, but still very, very nerdy. he can speak 31 languages fluently (outside of his indigenous languages), and is learning a further nine languages currently. he's fluent in english, spanish, cantonese, mandarin, russian, yiddish, haitian, italian, hawaiian, bengali, french, arabic, korean, hebrew, japanese, tagalog, hindi, polish, germany, greek, lithuanian, french creole, portuguese, urdu, ukrainian, swedish, norwegian, czech, finnish, danish and dutch fluently. he's reaching full fluency in afrikaans, and is currently learning slovenian, indonesian, samoan, romanian, swahili, yoruba, igbo and somali. he prides himself highly on his vast language fluency (nyc is actually one of, if not the most linguistically diverse city in the world !) and likes surprising the nations with their native language whenever he meets them. he knows more nations than any of the other states- he's actually friends with romano and lithuania ! he and romano have a mutual respect for each other, especially since new york was so eager to learn everything he could about italian culture while romano was living there, which romano appreciated.

he's also well educated outside of languages. he has a vast knowledge of art- from paintings and sculpture to dance, film, music and theater. he has a near encyclopedic knowledge on theater and plays. he has an extensive film collection of at least 25,000 films, and have an even bigger music collection- most of which he stores in his houses in nyc and manlius. he genuinely adores every field of art, and spends the majority of his time in nyc going to galleries, plays or art museums. his favorite areas of art are paintings, music and film. his favorite music genres would probably be classical, rap, r&b, hip hop and rock. he has a deep love for the rap and hip hop scene that was born out of nyc, and many of the artists that became major during the time are still his favorites.

he's also a very, very efficient worker; which is ironic, as he hates work. he's very fast and thorough in his work- if you want something done right, you go to him. not only is he good at paperwork and such, he's actually surprisingly good with his hands. he can repair cars, do home renovations, fix wiring, build furniture, make and mend clothing, hunt, fix machinery, knit, crochet and even farm. he's developed a vast number of skills over the years, and he loves learning more and more skills. he often busies himself with learning whatever new skills he can. he also often spends his time just tinkering with things for fun.

he also has a vast knowledge on fashion, and prides himself on his fashion sense. he's the most fashionable state out of all of them. he does usually dress very stylish and such, but he enjoys dressing in several different types of clothing, including punk, grunge and boho. he has quite a few walk-in closets, i'm sure, and has even made several of his outfits by hand.

he does have a bit of a superiority complex and is quite proud. he's generally pretty unphased and hard to surprise, as many nyc residents are. he's good friends with pennsylvania- they both have a love of machinery, tinkering and reading. they have occasional movie nights. he constantly argues with new jersey and massachusetts.

i also see him as being jewish, as new york state has the highest jewish population of any state.

now as for texas !

texas is very much a second alfred, minus the hero personality and plus a deep love of meat and meat-based dishes. he has a strong accent, one that he's very proud of. he's a very good cook, especially with meat-based dishes; he likes experimenting with meat and dishes in general. he's the older triplet to arizona and california, but ironically spends a lot of time fighting with california. he is, interestingly enough, quite good friends with florida- they both have loud, boisterous personalities and bond over being the 'weird' states. he's also, thanks to this, friends with ohio; the three have formed their own little club. he does typically get along well with his other state siblings (arizona, new mexico, nevada and utah). he's quite close to utah, as that's his only brother and he spent quite a bit of time with him when utah was young.

texas, in terms of personality, can absolutely be insufferable, obnoxious and loud at times; however, when he's hosting people he becomes a completely different person. he's a truly impeccable host; he'll cook several of his best dishes, extensively plan out activities and check in very regularly with his guests to ensure they're doing well and having a good time. he's insanely welcoming and hospitable, and is one of the best hosts of all the states.

he's also very similar to alfred in appearance- both in facial structure and hairstyle !! many have even remarked texas is basically a darker haired, dark skinned version of alfred.

#spider talks #statetalia #spider's statetalia #hetalia state ocs #aph new york #statetalia new york #aph texas #statetalia texas

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tilbageidanmark · 3 months

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Movies I watched this week (Year 4, week 5)

6 more by Icelandic Hlynur Pálmason (After ‘Godland’ and ‘Seven Boats’):

🍿 White, white day is about a grieving policeman whose wife died in a car accident. A masterful feat of slow film making, with unusual choices in its subtle direction. The man renovates a house, takes care of his cute granddaughter, and then, (as in 'The Descendants'), he discovers that before she died, his beloved wife had an affair with some guy. A stunning story of grief, resignation and acceptance. 10/10.

🍿 A painter is a 30-minutes unexplained riddle, about a conceptual land artist, harsh and isolated. A slow meditation about art and relationships, told via stark visuals and few words.

🍿 During Corona, Hlynur's 3 kids were building a tree house in Nest. The camera was fixed at one spot (in 99% of the cases) and recorded hundreds of short clips over a full year of changing seasons. It's absolutely the most captivating 22 minutes of film I've seen this week. (Pálmason used the same technique at the beginning of 'White, white day' recording the house over a long period of time). 10/10 (In spite of watching it with Spanish subtitles only).

🍿 A day or two, a painful, lyrical short about a boy who is left alone in a neglected farmhouse. Inexplicably traumatic. 9/10.

🍿 Milk Factory is basically a home movie with the same little cute girl (his daughter from 'Godland' and all the others) running through a modern gallery at the small fishing town of Höfn, where they live.

🍿 Fortunately, I saved his debut feature Winter Brothers to the very end. Had I started with this tedious, incomprehensible artsy piece first, I would never have discover the rest of his fascinating work. The story takes place in a metaphorical underground, a Siberian-type inferno, where chalk-faced miners use pickaxes and shovels to dig for something in darkness and noise. 2/10.

Now that I've seen everything he's done, 3 features and 5 shorts, my top three of his are: 1. A white, white day. 2. Nest. 3. Godland.

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Like the little heartbroken girl in 'White, white day', mourning the death of her grandmother, (and like the kids in the Danish 'Beautiful Something Left Behind'), Ponette is a 4-year-old girl who must come to terms with her mother's death in a car accident. (Photo Above). This sad and simple story features the most phenomenal performance by a child actress I've ever seen. The grief on her face was absolutely devastating and hard to watch. It's also hard to imagine how the director, Jacques Doillon, managed to coax such genuine emotions during the unbroken, long takes. 9/10.

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Exterminate All the Brutes, a 4 hour meditation about the roots of colonialism, racism and genocide. My first by Haitian documentarian Raoul Peck. An unflinching examination of the shameful atrocities on which our modern life is established. The many genocides that followed the European conquests of the world. The twin principals on which the Americas were founded; Extermination of all the native nations, and the exploitive slavery of kidnapped Africans. Painful truths.

There were some chapters I did not know: That White supremacy was codified for the first time in 1449 with the help of the pope, the king and the Spanish Inquisition. That the first successful slave revolt against colonialism was the Haitian Revolution of 1791. That the Code-name 'Geronimo' used for the killing of Bin Laden was simply one more time of using Indian names for America's worst enemies, all part of the need to 'Exterminate all the brutes'.

The documentary itself was in parts too fragmentary, used too many symbolic reenactments, and employed too many personal anecdotes, for my taste. Still, it's a must see warning. Trump makes his entry only at the last hour. 7/10.

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Only my second by independent writer-director John Sayles (after 'Lianna'), the neo-western Lone star. Real stories of the Anglo, Tejano, and Black communities in a small Texas border town. Also a new sheriff who investigates an old skeleton found at a firing range, and discovers old secrets about his dad and his old sweetheart. Unforgivably humane.

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Gun Crazy, a second-tiered, pulpy Film Noir, a precursor to Bonnie & Clyde and any other 'Outlaw couple on the run' stories. He's obsessed with guns since his childhood. She's high on deadly adventures. After falling in love at a carnival, they embark on a crime spree across America together. In 1950 that mean that the murderous fugitives will die at the end. Strangely, this urban crime caper ends in a dreamy Tarkovski swamp.

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Another Noir, Elia Kazan's medical thriller Panic in the Streets, taking place on the waterfront, this time in New Orleans. Jack Palance debut performance. I watched it after reading the article The Myth of Panic, which analyses how the 'Elites' uses the fear of 'the crowd' to always control narratives in times of mass disasters, The Spanish influenza, The London Blitz, the Atomic age, AIDS, Corona...

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Falcon lake is the charged debut feature of Canadian Charlotte Le Bon. It's a lovely coming-of-age story about a 13 year old boy who falls for a 16 year old girl at a lake cottage in Quebec. He's innocent and caring, until he fucks up and becomes a ghost. Accomplished film making with an indecisive finale. 7/10.

*Woman Director

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"Goddamn-dipshit-Rodriguez-gypsy-dildo-punks. I'll get your ass."

First watch: LA cult movie Repo Man. I guess you had to be there at the time to appreciate its weird punkness. But even though I stuck to the very bitter end, every moment made it worse. Rambling, disjointed, uninteresting. 2/10.

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Junk mail, a grimy Norwegian Noir about a lowly postman who doesn't give a shit: He throws away the mail he doesn't want to deliver, he's shabby and dirty, he stalks a deaf girl and hides in her apartment. And he always steals bites of food from everywhere. But then he gets involves with some robbers and murderers, and saves the girl from suicide. Oslo looks disgusting here. 3/10.

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Leonor Will Never Die, my first meta-film from The Philippines. A different standard told in a different film syntax, which unfortunately left me baffled. An elderly lady who used to be a famous scriptwriter in the golden age of Pinoy Cinema of the 1980's, but now lives in the slums and can't pay her bills, is getting hit on the head by a television set that her upstairs neighbor throws out of the window. While in coma, she re-writes and re-lives her unfinished manuscript, a low-low-brow action movie, and even plays the main character in it. Weird to say the list, but with a surprising dance and song routine at the end which was wonderful. 2/10.

*Woman Director

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2 from screenwriter Etan Cohen, both about dim-witted morons:

🍿 "Whatever you do, keep painting!... "

Another re-watch: Mike Judge's prescient satire Idiocracy, a movie tinged with enough criticism of late-stage capitalism, that Fox C21 decided to abandon, rather than promote it. Featuring real brands like 'Flaturin', 'If you don't smoke Tarrlytons - Fuck you!' 'Crocs, they are so dumb. Could you imagine those ever getting popular?', 'Buttfuckers restaurant'. As well as the actual line 'He's gonna make them grow again'.

Funniest lines from Wikipedia: "Rita, a street prostitute" has been "in a relationship with Paul Thomas Anderson since 2001. They live in the San Fernando Valley with their four children."

🍿 My wife is retarded, a one-note, low-brow, offensive premise played for laughs, and repeated more than a dozen times in the span of 10 minutes. With 'Bill Lumbergh'. 2/10.

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"Nothing about Barcelona?"...

Another Guilty Pleasure Re-watch: Steven Soderbergh's fast action Haywire. A convoluted spy plot, with a female Jason Bourne assassin, and kick-ass hand-to-hand fight scenes.

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2 NYC shorts co-directed by Ellie Sachs:

🍿 In Proof of concept an aspiring auteur tries coaxing her dad and Richard Kind, her uncle, into financing her first short film. Cute.

*Woman Director

🍿 My Annie Hall, a wholesome 30-minute remake of 'Annie Hall' starring seniors citizens. The 94-year-old Alvin (and 73-year-old Annie) had all the quirkiness of the originals without the unpleasant personal baggage. 7/10.

*Woman Director

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And the King Said, What a Fantastic Machine is a new documentary about 'The power of the Photograph', produced by Ruben Östlund. It started promisingly with a few minutes of Camera Obscura, and the first ever 1826 photograph by Nicéphore Niépce, but the rest of the time it just jammed hundreds of random clips and images from the internet into fast-moving soup with no depth. 1/10.

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"There is a grown-up way to eat watermelon!"

Everything Is Terrible, The Movie (2009) was an older but much funnier montage. A cynical compilation of bizarre and obscure clips found in long forgotten VHS tapes, it just fast-edited hundreds of ridiculous tidbits from the 80's and 90's into a dumb and absurd mishmash. Much better!

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"Don't forget me". Some YouTube essayist's 'Falling down' was propaganda. In spite of not being a fan of such essays, it was an insightful 44 minute analysis. Diving into sociological and historical background trying to prove that DFENS descent into villainy had some very valid reasons. It end with Plato's 'The noble lie'. (Even the YouTube comments were intelligent, for the most part.)

Apparently, there are many similar essays on the same topic!

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Another unfathomable documentary about the central role the "New Apostolic Reformation" played in instigating the Capitol riot of January 6th. Spiritual Warriors: Decoding Christian Nationalism at the Capitol Riot. Also about C. Peter Wagner, and 'Jericho Marches' and 'Blowing of the Shofars'. Religious fruitcakes are the worst of all nutjob crazies. Mental illness of prophetic levels.

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(My complete movie list is here)

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newstfionline · 9 months

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Saturday, August 12, 2023

Death Toll Soars in Maui, as Rescue Crews Scour Decimated Town (NYT) The death toll in a historic Maui town leveled by a wildfire soared to 53 on Thursday as the U.S. military joined search and rescue operations in the charred ruins of one of Hawaii’s most celebrated tourist destinations. Gov. Josh Green of Hawaii said on Thursday that the number of fatalities from the disaster, already the deadliest wildfire in the state’s history, would likely exceed the 61 people lost when a tsunami crashed into the Big Island in 1960. Before this week’s fire, Front Street in the western Maui town of Lahaina was a leafy, oceanside tourist thoroughfare of art galleries, souvenir shops and restaurants. The firestorm decimated the street, burning right down to the edge of the Pacific Ocean, a grasslands wildfire that became a house-to-house urban inferno. Along Front Street, wood-framed stores were unrecognizable. Other structures were reduced to concrete shells. Some 270 structures—including homes, businesses, a school and a church—were destroyed or heavily damaged, the authorities said.

Millions of kids are missing weeks of school as attendance tanks across the US (AP) When in-person school resumed after pandemic closures, Rousmery Negrón and her 11-year-old son both noticed a change: School seemed less welcoming. Parents were no longer allowed in the building without appointments, she said, and punishments were more severe. Everyone seemed less tolerant, more angry. Negrón’s son told her he overheard a teacher mocking his learning disabilities, calling him an ugly name. Her son didn’t want to go to school anymore. And she didn’t feel he was safe there. He would end up missing more than five months of sixth grade. Across the country, students have been absent at record rates since schools reopened during the pandemic. More than a quarter of students missed at least 10% of the 2021-22 school year, making them chronically absent, according to the most recent data available. Before the pandemic, only 15% of students missed that much school. All told, an estimated 6.5 million additional students became chronically absent, according to the data.

Biden asks for $20.6 billion for Ukraine as counteroffensive sputters (Washington Post) President Biden on Thursday asked Congress to approve $20.6 billion in additional funding for Ukraine, as that country’s military struggles to achieve a decisive victory in its counteroffensive against Russia. In a letter to lawmakers, the White House Office of Management and Budget asked for $13 billion in new military aid and $8.5 billion in additional economic, humanitarian and security assistance for Ukraine and other countries affected by the war. The funding request also includes other forms of assistance for Ukraine. The White House also is seeking more than $12 billion for disaster relief and other emergency domestic funds, including hurricanes, as well as tens of millions of dollars to boost pay for firefighters on the front lines of the wildfires that have hit many parts of the country. In total, Biden is asking Congress for about $40 billion in new spending.

He was sentenced to a year in prison. He had been held more than nine. (Washington Post) On the 3,378th day of his detention, Evest Adonis finally heard his name called. Adonis, 39, had already been held at the National Penitentiary in Haiti for more than nine years on charges stemming from a fight in 2014. That was longer than he could have been sentenced in the unlikely event that a judge had ordered the maximum. But there had been no judge—just the years-long wait to have his case heard. Now Adonis sat in a 98-degree courtroom as lawyers argued his case in French. A Haitian Creole speaker, he understood little of the hearing last month. Including the moment when Court of First Instance Judge Marthel Jean-Claude pronounced his sentence: One year in prison. Jean-Claude switched to Haitian Creole to announce he would release Adonis. His time in pretrial detention had exceeded his sentence by more than eight years. Cases such as Adonis’s are common in Haiti, where lawyers and rights groups say the prison system is a black box, routinely holding suspects in pretrial detention for prolonged periods—often for longer than their potential maximum sentences—without charging or trying them.

Guatemala and guns (WSJ) US gunmakers are sending thousands of guns to Guatemala since a 2020 regulatory change. The influx has pushed Guatemala ahead of Brazil, a country with 12 times its population, as the top destination for US-made semiautomatics in Latin America. The results have been stark. The number of murders in Guatemala—more than 80% of them involving firearms—has risen annually. Waves of migrants from the country are now showing up at the US southern border, underscoring how nations on the receiving end of US firearms are ill equipped to handle the influx, and the blowback that results for the sender.

Ukraine update (Worldcrunch) Ukraine announced a plan to create a “humanitarian corridor” on the Black Sea to release cargo ships stuck in port due to Russia's blockade—a major test of Kyiv's ability to reopen sea lanes after Moscow abandoned the grain export deal last month. A Russian missile hit a civilian building, often used by UN staff, in the city of Zaporizhzhia on Thursday evening, leaving one dead. Meanwhile, Ukrainian authorities have ordered the mandatory evacuation of nearly 12,000 civilians from 37 towns and villages in the eastern Kharkiv region, where Russian forces are reportedly making a concerted effort to charge through the front line.

Two years after fall of Kabul, tens of thousands of Afghans languish in limbo waiting for US visas (AP) When the Taliban took control of Afghanistan, Shukria Sediqi knew her days in safety were numbered. As a journalist who advocated for women’s rights, she’d visited shelters and safe houses to talk to women who had fled abusive husbands. She went with them to court when they asked for a divorce. According to the Taliban, who bar women from most public places, jobs and education, her work was immoral. So when the Taliban swept into her hometown of Herat in western Afghanistan in August 2021 as the U.S. was pulling out of the country, she and her family fled to Pakistan. The goal? Resettling in the U.S. via an American government program set up to help Afghans at risk under the Taliban because of their work with the U.S. government, media and aid agencies. But two years after the U.S. left Afghanistan, Sediqi and tens of thousands of others are still waiting. While there has been some recent progress, processing U.S. visas for Afghans has moved painfully slowly. So far, only a small portion of Afghans have been resettled. Many of the applicants who fled Afghanistan are running through savings, living in limbo in exile. They worry that the U.S., which had promised so much, has forgotten them. “What happens to my children? What happens to me?” Sediqi asked. “Nobody knows.”

Australian journalist held in China writes ‘love letter’ home (Reuters) Australian journalist Cheng Lei, detained in China on national security charges, has described how she is able to stand in sunlight for just 10 hours in a year in a “love letter” home, her first public statement since her arrest in 2020. Cheng, 48, was a business television anchor for Chinese state television when she was detained in August 2020 for allegedly sharing state secrets with another country. Her first public statement since her arrest came in what she called a “love letter to 25 million people” which was dictated to consular staff during a visit and released by her partner. “In my cell, the sunlight shines through the window but I can stand in it for only 10 hours a year,” she wrote. “I haven’t seen a tree in three years. I relive every bushwalk, river, lake, beach with swims and picnics and psychedelic sunsets. I secretly mouth the names of places I’ve visited and driven through.” Cheng has yet to receive a verdict after facing trial more than a year ago in a closed court in Beijing. The precise details of her alleged crimes have not been made public.

In Israel and the U.S., ‘apartheid’ is the elephant in the room (Washington Post) For months, tens of thousands of Israelis have taken to the streets in defense of their democracy, which they fear may be greatly imperiled by the far-right ruling coalition’s desire to curtail the independent powers of the country’s judiciary. But the protests have seldom dovetailed with a recognition of the other profound mark against Israeli democracy—the ongoing occupation of the West Bank and the denial to millions of Palestinians the same rights as their Israeli neighbors, including half a million Jewish settlers. In a letter with more than a thousand signatories, a group of prominent academics in the United States and Israel pointed to this exact “elephant in the room.” The statement called out the “regime of apartheid” that prevails for Palestinians living under Israeli control. “There cannot be democracy for Jews in Israel as long as Palestinians live under a regime of apartheid, as Israeli legal experts have described it,” the letter reads. In the authors’ view, it’s impossible to separate Netanyahu’s quest to extend legislative controls over the judiciary from his far-right allies’ desire to annex Palestinian lands and further erode Palestinian rights. “The ultimate purpose of the judicial overhaul is to tighten restrictions on Gaza, deprive Palestinians of equal rights both beyond the Green Line and within it, annex more land, and ethnically cleanse all territories under Israeli rule of their Palestinian population,” the letter goes on.

Bodies pile up without burials in Sudan’s capital, marooned by a relentless conflict (AP) It was a funeral no one had envisaged: Sadig Abbas’ lifeless body was lowered hastily into a shallow unmarked grave in Sudan’s capital, Khartoum, not long after dawn. Even the few family members and neighbors who could attend were distracted, scouring the cemetery’s surroundings for warnings of incoming fire. Nearly four months of violent street battles between the Sudanese Army and the paramilitary known as the Rapid Support Forces (RSF) have made funerals a near impossibility in Khartoum. Amid the chaos, residents and local medical groups say corpses lie rotting in the capital’s streets, marooned by a conflict that shows few signs of easing. There is limited data on the casualties in Sudan. The country’s health minister, Haitham Mohammed Ibrahim, said in June that the conflict has killed upward of 3,000 people but there has been no update since. The true tally is likely far higher.

Zuma released (NYT) For some people, a 15-month prison sentence means 15 months. For others, such as former South African President Jacob Zuma—who was charged with defying a court order to testify on corruption allegations—it means two months in prison, then medical parole, then less than one day behind bars before being released due to overcrowding. Political opponents have accused the government of giving Zuma preferential treatment after his release on Friday. Let’s be honest; it’s not too hard to see where they’re coming from.

#headlines #news

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thehaitianartlover · 2 years

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This unframed 24"x36" oil on board painting of a voodoo ceremony, in excellent condition, signed by the famous Haitian artist Andre Pierre to add to your art collection. Pierre was the dominant artist of the second generation and is considered the spiritual heir to the legendary Hector Hyppolite. Collectors and journalists from all over the world came to visit him in the modest hut where he painted lovingly detailed portraits of the gods of the Vodou pantheon by the light of an oil lamp. His mission in life was to present Vodou as respectable, on a par with all the other major religions. His pronouncements on Vodou and life, in general, were wise and sophisticated and were often punctuated with his trademark subterranean chuckle. (at Myriam Nader Haitian Art Gallery, NY) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch76ECCssXc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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argentangelhelps · 1 year

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92 ICONS OF CARLACIA GRANT IN OUTER BANKS SEASON 2

all icons are free to use with credit to @argentangelhelps !

you may edit to your liking (add borders, psds, textures ect)

do not use for : celebrity/real person rps or paid commissions, everything else is up to user discretion. (don’t make me change this rule)

they are edited (sharpened) in ps, however they are meant to be used under the psd of your choice! if you choose to use them as they are they should work just fine! they are 100px square and do not come with any borders.

all screencaps used come from https://screencapped.net/ i did not make them, i just cropped them into icons.

FACECLAIM INFO : carlacia is haitian jamaican & indian

TRIGGER WARNINGS : n/a

link to in the source to the zip file which is free to download on my deviantart! they can also be found in a gallery HERE !

LIKE OR REBLOG IF YOU SAVE OR USE!

#carlacia grant #carlacia grant base icons #carlacia grant rp icons #cleo outer banks #outer banks cast #obx cast #outer banks season 2 #rp icons #static icons #roleplay icons #base icons #*[ rp icons ]

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heyitstianarenee · 1 year

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@artlaurea 🥰🥰🥰 Thank you for sharing your gifts and story with our community in partnership with @districtarts. Shout out to @viewfromthemancave for putting this amazing artist on our radar! Your collection was beautiful and inspiring! I’ve been in love with Haitian culture since I was a young girl. I was taught the rich history of resistance and liberation, and the example it should serve for all of the Diaspora. I even had the honor of serving at a Haitian church for a while, and really feel in love with the food. Anyways… I was counting down the days til the exhibit open, and now I’m trying to go back as often as I can before it’s gone. The girls have done a few critiques to help develop a more critical appreciation for art, but it’s extra special when it’s such an incredible collection by a Black woman. I will say, to have so many of our local galleries working to bring representation throughout our community is really dope. 🤩👩🏽‍🎨🇭🇹✊🏾🌊🔥🦋👑🖤🙏🏽 #evolve #faith #spirit #love #joy #peace #homemaking #blackhomemakers #blackhomeschoolers #feminine #creative #nurture #growth #birth #freedom #flow #beauty #style #Jesus #compassion #sustainability #intentionalliving #design #strengths #coaching #community #humanity #sisterhood #inspiration #explore (at District Arts) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp8DWn3rWdE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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nolareignudaku · 2 years

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“Most little girls are made from sugar, spice & everything nice. But Nola? Nola was a chaotic mix of crystals, hood, and wish a nigga would, and that shit had me stuck..” - Darnell “Stunna” Jeffries

Hennessy Aurelié Baptiste was born on May 29, 1992 in New Orleans, LA. With her mother being a pediatric nurse and her father a fairly successful entertainment lawyer, one thing was certain about the Gemini cherub: she was something special. Hennessy displayed prodigal tendencies early in life, having mastered not only English, but her parents native languages of Haitian Creole and French by the time she was 5. Developing a love for theater and the arts at a young age, her intellect finds her on a full-ride scholarship to MIT at the age of 14 where she returned to complete graduate studies at age 18.

It is during her graduate studies where her path crosses with Darnell “Big Stunna” Jeffries, a 23-year-old drug dealer who is immediately smitten with the intelligent, yet mysterious beauty. He teaches her how to grow and cultivate marijuana, affectionately calling her Nola Ivy because of how easily she catches on to the business, and to his surprise, she takes his spot as the dealer with the best bud in Cambridge. Her bud catches the attention of Thomas Williams, a mechanical engineering student and recent enlistee of the US Naval Academy. It is Williams that introduces Hennessy to best customer, Erik Stevens, a secretive, yet captivating Oakland native that will later turn her life upside down.

After graduation Hennessy, now going by Nola Reign, moves to the City of Angels and is immediately in love with the culture of the city. Now a free-spirited, Jheno Aiko meets Sza from New Orleans hybrid, she becomes a regular supplier for a local art gallery and eventually opens a chain of dispensaries with her college friend/ex-fling Stunna.

#nola reign #the kompound reboot #the kompound multiverse

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seajellyx · 1 year

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TWST OCS: FAUSTIN SAMEDI

VYOLETBAYOU

[Facilier's Shadow] Faustin Samedi

He/she

African American, Human

Grade/class: 2B

Dorm: Vyoletbayou [Prefect]

Birthday: January 6th

Age: 17

Height: 5'9

Dominant hand: Ambidextrous

Homeland: Jubilee Port/Port o’ Bliss

Club: Board Game Club

Best subject: Conjuration

Hobbies: Divination, dancing, games

Pet Peeves: Failure, disrespect, stuck up rich people

Favorite Food: Beignets

Least Favorite Food: Jackfruit

Unique Magic: “Poor Sinner’s Hand”

Fun fact! He is Sam's younger brother

Other Information:

Faustin is closer to their grandmother, and Sam is closer to their father

Sam is a nickname

According to Jade, Sam's Mystery Shop has been in business for generations. [Source: Azul Dorm Uniform SSR- Personal story part 2]

Sam was named after Baron Samedi, a major loa of Haitian Vodou that Facilier himself was based on. [Twisted Wonderland Wiki: Sam]

Their grandmother was based off of Mama Odie, from Princess and the frog

In an earlier script, Dr. Facilier would have been Mama Odie's son, who followed the path of the dark arts, unlike his mother. [Source: Disney Wiki- Mama Odie]

"His [Dr. Facilier's] motivations toward taking over New Orleans were briefly implied to be a result of a poor upbringing, where the wealthy either treated him with disrespect or ignored him altogether." -Disney Wiki: Dr. Facilier

It was their grandmother that helped Faustin discover his talent for divination and evocation.

As children, Sam often played the piano as Faustin danced

Sam taught Faustin a few songs on the piano, and while Faustin tried his best to teach Sam to dance, Sam does not have any talent for it.

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#twst ocs #fandorm

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naderhaitian-art · 1 year

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Myriam Nader Haitian Art Gallery in New York offers the most impressive and important collection of Haitian artwork with a stellar service experience specializing in selling and appraising Haitian art. We also offer flexible hours and personalized consultations tailored to our client's individual needs. Our gallery is based in New York and is independently owned and directed by Myriam Nader-Salomon who has been dealing with Haitian Art since 1989.

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kidsofcolourhq · 2 years

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Imaani (15): On Jean-Michel Basquiat

Jean-Michel Basquiat was a Brooklyn based artist born in 1960s New York City. His artwork explores the themes of mortality, race, self-identity, and religion. A reoccurring theme in his work is the notion of finding yourself and defining your own values while breaking social norms.

Basquiat’s work falls into the Neo-Expressionism movement. Neo-Expressionism started in the 1980s and is famous for the rough handling of materials, which is exactly the way Basquiat approached his art. He drew inspiration from his upbringing and his heritage being of both Puerto Rican and Haitian descent. As a young Black man living and growing in New York from the 60s to the 80s, he used his art to criticise colonialism and racism relating to African Americans and drew from his own personal experiences to create raw and emotional pieces of work.

One of the many things I find inspiring about Basquiat is that he really tried to break through the barrier of how black people were viewed at the time, and it frustrated him that there was a very singular way in which people looked at the black experience and he made it one of his missions to broaden that view and portray not only himself but black people in general as royalty through the use of the crown scattered throughout his work. Another thing was that he never let people put him in the box of being known as a ‘black artist’ as he wanted people to see he was more than just a token being used by galleries and companies to show tolerance and ‘allyship’ but that he was worthy enough to get the praise and awards he received as he showed true talent and genius.

Basquiat was a wake-up call to the art world, he brought the graffiti style into mainstream art, showing it was deserving of recognition by curators, critics, and galleries. He broke the stigma around graffiti and encouraged it to be recognized as a true art from and paved the way for artists of today.

Hollywood Africans, by Jean-Michel Basquiat

#manchester #jean-michel basquiat #artist #neo-expressionism

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lboogie1906 · 23 hours

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Ellis Wilson (April 20, 1899 – January 2, 1977) was an artist associated with the Harlem Renaissance.

He was born in Mayfield, Kentucky. His parents were Frank, a barber and painter, and Minnie Wilson. Frank Wilson was a barber and amateur painter. He attended the Kentucky Normal and Indusat Trial Institute for two years but was only allowed to take courses in agriculture and education. Interested in studying art, left school at 19 and moved to Chicago where he studied at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. He completed his art studies and lived in Chicago for five years, seeking work as a commercial artist.

He moved to Harlem after hearing Alain Locke speak at a Chicago art exhibition titled “The Negro in Art Week” in 1927. He joined the Harlem Artists Guild and worked at a brokerage house. Black artists could not exhibit their work in mainstream galleries. He became an active member of the Harlem Renaissance, a collaborative effort to promote and exhibit the work of Black artists. He participated in many of the exhibitions associated with the movement. He worked for the Federal Art Project. He was commissioned to create triptychs for the Army and Navy chaplains. In 1944 he was awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship and travelled through the South. He was interested in Haiti and visited the country after receiving an award from the Terry Art Institute. His fondness for the country and its people is reflected in the vitality of paintings during that period. He was most noted for his paintings of Haitian people and culture.

Although he had several exhibitions and won several prizes for his paintings he never became wealthy. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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nicetrynicetry · 13 days

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Wednesday and I find myself looking longingly at screengrabs of the website Silk Road, the few that remain from 2011. I remember visiting and using the website myself, cupping my hands around the computer screen at my dad’s house to stop the glare of sunlight compromising my vision. My dad had had a conservatory built on the back of his very narrow Georgian house, which he called an “orangerie” because he sought so badly to cast off his working class upbringing, and thought conservatories were tacky. Reader, it was a conservatory. The house was one of many on a street owned by divorced men. Women and children would come to stay, and leave in tears. Herb gardens were grown and meticulously tended to while each man waited for someone to die nearby and score a coveted allotment membership, hoping to graduate to vegetables. Alliums, brassicas, squashes. My dad did eventually get an allotment spot, which I’ll never forget visiting. I asked to borrow his iPhone to take a photo of a courgette blossom and upload it to Facebook, and as I flicked through to find the best shot, I accidentally scrolled to find both my dad’s penis and his then-girlfriend’s pussy in the camera roll. Worse still were my father’s accusations that I’d sought these photos out, and that this is what I get for being a pervert. Kind of an amazing 4D chess move on his part if you think about it, turning something that scarred me for life into a mere symptom of my Electra complex. And it turns out I *am* a pervert, just not where it concerns my dad’s dick pics

But I digress. Sigh. Before my Silk Road nostalgia spree I get some texts from W telling me he has good news, that the engineer he wanted to mix my songs has taken time out of his love triangle with two Haitian strippers to agree to the job. W asks for more songs to work on, but I can’t think of anything worse than willingly entering into another 7 month professional entanglement. “Let’s get these two over the line first”, I write back, copy and pasting the paragraph of notes I sent for each that haven’t yet been actioned. Before this, I sit in an office with two wealth managers and a frazzled assistant who pours me new water faster than I can drink it. I am shown things on laptops and large wall-mounted screens and am asked things about my properties, peppered with questions about how the art world works. The main guy both grilling and somehow schmoozing me thinks that when I refer to “my galleries”, I am talking about actual buildings I own. He then breathes a sigh of relief when I clarify

Before this meeting, I do an exercise in Pilates called “snake” that threatens to break my ribs and wrists. It is the first time in a long time that I have refused to obey orders, instead removing myself from the machine and glaring at it. The older woman in the class with a new ailment every week says her memories are giving her anxiety. “It only happens when I lie down”, she explains, “and I only lie down when I’m here”. I don’t ask how she sleeps, even though I want to, very badly. Before Pilates I am sound asleep, dreaming that most cliched of dreams where my teeth are coming loose in my mouth. I am googling emergency veneers and telling friends I don’t know which dentist to trust. Nobody else’s teeth seem loose, and I ask to check their stability vs mine. I know I am in Miami because there is art deco architecture and Swarovski Crystal Mickey Mouse sculpture everywhere

Before I go to bed I watch a YouTube video of a divorce attorney giving his thoughts on love and marriage. He says he would like to be invisible for a day and go into the homes of around 8 of his clients to find their wedding albums. “I’d like to see what it looked like when these people loved each other, because now they’re weaponised against each other…in fact they’re trying to kill each other and they’re taking every secret, every intimacy……you know marriage in legal terms fits the definition of negligence. And by this I mean the burden of not doing it is LOWER than the potential for harm in doing it. It’s like owning a lion: there is a very high risk of someone getting very seriously hurt. And yeah I still get misty-eyed at weddings and part of me thinks oh you know maybe it’ll work out but I’ve been doing this 20 years and I find that love and marriage have very little to do with each other”. I am rapt. It helps that this attorney is extremely charming, just arrogant enough, foul mouthed and Waspy and wise. It crosses my mind that he might be on Adderall for this interview but I choose not to dwell on this because I want to remain enchanted by him. Adderall really cheapens charisma, which is why Americans are so rarely charming and so often creepy or domineering. I am both taking notes on the concept of prenups for my own hypothetical future marriage and the ways my parents’ marriage may have disintegrated. He recalls asking a client if there was a moment she knew her marriage was over, and she said yes, there is this granola I’m crazy about that you could only get from one store in the city. And whenever I’d get to the end of a bag I’d find a new bag in its place the following morning because he’d noticed and gone out to get more. He didn’t ask for credit, and yet it was always there. And then one day I got to the end of the bag and it didn’t get replaced. “That’s when I knew”, she said. The divorce attorney asked her if there was an equivalent of that gesture, one that she used to do for him and later stopped doing, and she said, “probably blowjobs”

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allinonecc · 1 month

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A Major Painting “200 Yen” to Resurface by American Artist Jean-Michel Basquiat

About The Painting

Wide-eyed, slack-jawed, spiked hair standing on end, the roughly drawn subject screams at us from the canvas. Incisive, rapid lines lend an urgency to the image. A large swathe of brown paint obscures and gags the mouth, hindering speech. Next to the figure is a rocket, adding to the violence. Here and there, words are scribbled, also hastily. Some are repeated, others crossed out, suggesting thoughts that bubble to the surface of a mind that is racing: "200 YEN", "TAX FREE" , "SAMO". These words, in black capital letters on a pale green background that accentuates their visibility, speak of the business of art, against which the subject appears to be foaming at the mouth, teeth bared. Below are two of Basquiat's signature three-pointed crowns, drawn in black and filled in with yellow. Here we have the clash of two modes of operation that proceed from two dynamics, painting, and writing. The large brush strokes with their blocks of opaque acrylic color contrast with the black oil stick lines that leave the texture of the canvas visible.

Basquiat 200 Yen work speaks to our senses as much as our intellect. While his messages are subliminal when expressed in shape and color, they are more precise in the form of words. Money is omnipresent in his work, and here the Japanese Yen is mentioned twice. The "200" refers to the currency's value against the dollar in 1982. Basquiat is talking to us about capitalism, US hegemony, the domination of the market and trade wars, summed up by the laconic "TAX FREE" scrawled on the canvas. The more cryptic "SAMO", the abbreviation of "Same Old Shit", which appears three times, was Basquiat's monicker when he was still an anonymous graffiti artist in New York. From that time, he has retained the urgency, violence, adrenalin, and a vandalistic touch. The surface of the canvas is an extension of the city walls he used to spray paint on. Basquiat brings the underground into the world of high art, where it will remain.

Born in Brooklyn to a bourgeois family of Haitian and Puerto Rican origin, Jean-Michel Basquiat was a precocious child who gave up formal education at 16 to join New York's underground as a graffiti artist. Using the tag SAMO©, he painted on the walls in New York with Al Diaz (1959-) before he painted on canvas. His expressionistic, radical work, which is infused with a call for the recognition of oppressed groups, denounces racism, colonization and capitalist domination. In the late 1970s, Basquiat became a leading figure in the East Village. He was friends with Keith Haring (1958-1990) and he met Andy Warhol (1928-1987), with whom he began an artistic collaboration.

His career took off in earnest in 1981. Artforum and The Village Voice interviewed him and wrote articles about him and soon, art dealers and gallery owners were fighting over him, among them Annina Nosei, Larry Gagosian, Bruno Bischofberger and Tony Shakrazi. His works soon began to be shown in America's greatest museums, including the MOMA. Basquiat's addition to drugs and alcohol led to his death on 12 August 1988, at the age of 27. In 2017, one of his paintings, Untitled, 1982, featuring a giant black skull-like form, was sold at auction for $110.5m, setting the record for a work by an American artist.

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