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furry ears

Marie Mercié faux-fur lion hat. I love this with my whole irrational heart.

match/mismatch

Typography work from George Lewin:

match / mismatch. two typefaces based on communication and miscommunication.in match (pictured), each letterform comprises of two shapes that fit inside each other, whilst in mismatch the shapes deliberately do not.

I love the illegible quote in mismatch:

It reads: 'If a lion could talk, we could not understand him.' - Ludwig Wittgenstein.

Via Ffffound.

i listened for lions

I came home and found a lion in my living room
Rushed out on the fire escape screaming Lion! Lion!
Two stenographers pulled their brunette hair and banged the window shut
I hurried home to Patterson and stayed two days

Called up old Reichian analyst
who'd kicked me out of therapy for smoking marijuana
'It's happened' I panted 'There's a Lion in my living room'
'I'm afraid any discussion would have no value' he hung up

Alan Ginsberg, from 'The Lion for Real'.

rare breed

From a site dedicated to the classic Lion stamps of Persia (modern Iran.) They were issued in the late 1800s. Something new to collect.

(Danielle had me thinking of stamps ...)

i have looked into the eyes of lions

Lion anatomical engravings by Hermann Dittrich for the Handbuch der Anatomie der Tiere für Künstler.

Post title: Karen Blixen.

What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose-knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful, that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. I should like to come back, after a year or two, and find that the collection had sorted itself and refined itself and coalesced, as such deposits so mysteriously do, into a mould, transparent enough to reflect the light of our life, and yet steady, tranquil compounds with the aloofness of a work of art. The main requisite, I think, on reading my old volumes, is not to play the part of a censor, but to write as the mood comes or of anything whatever; since I was curious to find how I went for things put in haphazard, and found the significance to lie where I never saw it at the time.

V. Woolf

Don't be amazed if you see my eyes always wandering. In fact, this is my way of reading, and it is only in this way that reading proves fruitful for me. If a book truly interests me, I cannot follow it for more than a few lines before my mind, having seized on a thought that the text suggests to it, or a feeling, or a question, or an image, goes off on a tangent and springs from thought to thought, from image to image, in an itinerary of reasonings and fantasies that I feel the need to pursue to the end, moving away from the book until I have lost sight of it. The stimulus of reading is indispensable to me, and of meaty reading, even if, of every book, I manage to read no more than a few pages. But those few pages already enclose for me whole universes, which I can never exhaust.

Italo Calvino

Why didn't she try collecting something? It didn't matter what. She would find it gave an interest to life, and there was no end to the little curiosities one could easily pick up.

Henry James

furry ears

match/mismatch

i listened for lions

rare breed

i have looked into the eyes of lions

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