Sublime
An inspiration engine for ideas
Matthew Rosenberg
@mattjrosenberg
Brooklyn. Tech. Books. Bikes.
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Robert avait quitté Hall Street, il dormait chez des amis près de Myrtle Avenue. Contrairement à moi, il n’était pas attiré par les voyages. Gagner une indépendance financière grâce à son œuvre était son but premier mais, en attendant, il dépendait de ses petits boulots et bourses d’étudiant.
Héloïse Esquié • Just Kids (GRAND PUBLIC) (French Edition)
Michael Grossman
@michaelgrossman
Funeral blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic... See more
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic... See more
Funeral Blues, by W.H. Auden
Eric Rothman
@ericmsandwich
Filmmaker, editor, animator, stationary bicycle rider, sandwich enthusiast. My work has won very few awards. I currently reside in Dayton, Ohio.
Post Cards from America: X-rays from Hell
A personal narrative reflecting on life, death, and the AIDS crisis, exploring fear, societal indifference, the struggle for representation, and the urgency of public acknowledgment of grief and mortality.
artistsspace.orgWilliam
@williammeller
Ben Bernstein
@peaceoftheben