Sunday Comics
But I have heard of ways where people topple all injustice…and all bigotry is like a disease drowned in the sea, and all can read the Sunday Comics
Sunday Comics
Our Sunday turns on a Comics stream, gut with no mosquito bite. Rabid kisses in a dream,
still we can’t escape the site. There’s no sleep for fury eyes.
Sunday Comics
Our love is the size of these Comics on Sunday; our love is the size of this hospital room, you’re my hospital groom. The ring on my finger so tight it turns blue — a constant reminder I’ll die in this room, if you die in this room.
Densho’s Online Photo Collection: Occupation-Era Japan—and Japanese-American Internment
Ted Akimoto’s photos document the postwar occupation of Japan and Korea — and are free to use at Densho. Nevin Thompson writes.
Evidence: “Scientific” Photography and Its Discontents
Concluding a two-part survey, Omar Willey explores the use of photography and science as tools of ignorance.
The Smell of Realism
Omar Willey on Courbet, the powder-fresh universe, and putting the terror back into modernism.
Sunday Comics
When the ringmaster calls our names, we’ll be the first ones to go to sleep. Stealing all our dreams. Dreams for sale. They sell ’em back to you. On with the Comics, start the parade!
Encounters with Anonymous: Loupe Back
Omar Willey returns to his musings on anonymous photographs and the problems of “art.”
Sunday Comics
The sun is up and there’s no one about, I get the paper and the Comics are out…I keep wondering, “Where did you get that blank (blank) expression on your face?”
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