“1. Find a subject you care about.
2. Do not ramble, though.
3. Keep it simple.
4. Have the guts to cut.
5. Sound like yourself.
6. Say what you mean to say.
7. Pity the readers.”—Kurt Vonnegut (via bibliotheque) (via fuckyeahkurtvonnegut)
PLAYBOY: In some of your books—especially The Sirens of Titan and Slaughterhouse-Five—there’s serious notion that all moments in time exist simultaneously, which implies that the future can’t be changed by an act of will in the present. How does a desire to improve things fit with that?
KURT VONNEGUT: You understand, of course, that everything I say is horseshit.
“Masculine, butch groups of blokes together — it’s never really been my cup of tea. Playing a gay man in a Guy Ritchie movie is a finger up to that whole attitude of men talking about men doing men’s things, which is so fucking narrow-minded. Handsome Bob is what a man should be — except for the part of him taking a crowbar to the back of someone’s head.”—Tom Hardy (via roguisheames) (via fuckyeahtomhardy)
Over the weekend, The Guardian (which takes the title of best English language newspaper, sorry NYT), published a discussion between various artists and filmmakers on the Italian painter Caravaggio, and it’s must read stuff. If it’s been a while since your last art history course, here’s what you need to know about Caravaggio: active in the late 16th century, Caravaggio was the bad boy artist to end all bad boy artists. In between getting in street brawls, dueling with swords, knifing people, and probably shacking up with various mistresses, Caravaggio managed to reinvent painting with his mix of radical naturalism and dramatic, chiaroscuro lighting. According to Marin Scorsese, David LaChapelle, Peter Doig, and others, Caravaggio was also a seminal influence on their work.
If I were a month, I’d be october. If I were a day of the week, I’d be thursday. If I were a time of day, I’d be 3am. If I were a planet, I’d be pluto. If I were a sea animal, I’d be a dolphin. If I were a direction, I’d be east. If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a chaise lounge. If I were a liquid, I’d be a vodka seltzer. If I were a gemstone, I’d be rose quartz. If I were a tree, I’d be a douglas fir. If I were a tool, I’d be a mallet. If I were a flower, I’d be a blue rose. If I were a kind of weather, I’d be partly suspicious with chances of betrayal. If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a violin. If I were a color, I’d be blood red velvet. If I were an emotion, I’d be hysteria. If I were a fruit, I’d be a frozen grape. If I were a sound, I’d be a tap shoes tapping. If I were an element, I’d be mercury. If I were a car, I’d be a horse and buggy. If I were a food, I’d be a lean cuisine frozen dinner. If I were a place, I’d be a broken down theater. If I were a material, I’d be satin. If I were a taste, I’d be bittersweet. If I were a scent, I’d be betsey johnson perfume. If I were an object, I’d be a film strip. If I were a body part, I’d be the clavicle. If I were a facial expression, I’d be a shock. If I were a song, I’d be "on the nature of daylight" by max richter or "heartbeats" by the knife. If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be 20’s style t-strap heels.