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20 September 2014 2:24 pm

Photos from the series “By the Silent Line” by photographer Pierre Folk, documenting the remaining pieces of a railway that encircled Paris and has been partially abandoned for 80 years.

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fleurs-coiffeur-liqueur:

Coiffure Dames
Marseille, France
Daniel Hart

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9 June 2014 8:17 pm

The ways we miss our lives are life

Tim Carmody on kottke.org linked to an interview with writer and psychoanalyst Adam Phillips in The Paris Review, quoting from the part about the need to not know yourself. Also interesting is the exchange concerning a quote from Randall Jarrell in his book Missing Out: “The ways we miss our lives are life.”

INTERVIEWER
I don’t know what it’s about, but it strikes me as true, and painful because it’s true.

PHILLIPS
What’s painful about it? It could be extremely comforting, couldn’t it? It could be a way of saying, Actually, that’s what a life is, it’s the lives you don’t have. As if to say, Don’t worry, because that’s what a life is. Or just that missing all our supposed other lives is something modern people are keen to do. We are just addicted to alternatives, fascinated by what we can never do. As if we all had the wrong parents, or the wrong bodies, or the wrong luck.

INTERVIEWER
Are you telling me not to worry?

PHILLIPS
I’m saying there could be a comfort in that line. And the comfort would be something like, You don’t have to worry too much about trying to have the lives you think you’re missing. Don’t be tyrannized by the part of yourself that’s only interested in elsewhere.

INTERVIEWER
Really?

PHILLIPS
Well, you could just think it’s terrible, and start believing that mourning is the realest thing we ever do. But one is going to feel different things at different times. As Emerson said, “Our moods do not believe in each other.”

There’s a mood in which you’ll feel, This is a terrible fact about life. We’re always going to be preoccupied by what we’re missing, by what we’ve lost, and there’s no way around it. And in other moods we can think, Well, that’s what it is to live a life, so get used to it, that’s the point. That’s not a problem, it’s the point.

6 June 2014 7:40 pm

Bookstores of New York, the first in a series

1 June 2014 11:47 am 12 April 2014 4:23 pm

What is it for you then, the insistent now that baffles and surrounds you in its loose-knit embrace

Aerial photographs of Iceland by Emmanuel Coupe-Kalomiris. Text from John Ashbery’s “The Recital.”

(via but does it float)