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i want to get this to explore its poetic and artistic aspirations!
Jonathan Safran Foer’s new book is insane.
Entitled “Tree of Codes,” it is a collection of die-cut pages from his favorite book, Bruno Schulz’s “The Street of Crocodiles.” Made as an exploration of “the pages’ physical relationship to one another” and the die-cut technique, Foer attempts to create a meaningful narrative with an existing text.
Printers didn’t want to touch it, saying “the book you want to make just cannot be made.” Until, of course a Belgian printer said Challenge Accepted, and this was made.
IF ONLY I HAD $40 TO SPARE. Books, you will truly just be the death of me. Click through for more photos. Well-worth the click, I am telling you.
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seriously? incredible!
AM I THE ONLY ONE THAT FINDS THIS HEADACHE INDUCING SERIOUSLY.
fuck. fucking fuck. stop being so amazing, jonathan safran foer. except not really.
ben you knew i would like this song :)
cosmia - joanna newsom
all the high voices and the little changing bits and squeaking, i bet that is what the cosmos sound like, anyway, a girl can hope
also, the lyrics because they are awfully poetic and it makes me think fondly of that pile of poems i have hidden away in my pretty journal
when you ate I saw your eyelashes
saw them shake like wind on rushes
in the corn field when she called me
moths surround me - thought they’d drown me
and I miss your precious heart…
dried rose petal, red-brown circles
framed your eyes and stained your knuckles
and all those lonely nights down by the river
brought me bread and water (water, in)
but though I tried so hard, my little darling
I couldn’t keep the night from coming in
and all those lonely nights down by the river
I was brought my bread and water by the kith and the kin
now in the quiet hour when I am sleepin’
I cannot keep the night from comin’ in
why’ve you gone away, gone away again?
I’ll sleep through the rest of my days
if you’ve gone away again
sleep through the rest of my days…
why’ve you gone away, away?
seven suns, seven suns
away, away, away, away
can you hear me? will you listen?
don’t come near me, don’t go missing
in the lissome light of evening
help me, Cosmia, I’m grieving
and all those lonely nights down by the river
brought me bread and water (water, in)
but though I tried so hard, my little darling
I couldn’t keep the night from coming in
and all those lonely nights down by the river
I was brought my bread and water by the kith and the kin
now in the quiet hour when I am sleepin’
I cannot keep the night from comin’ in
beneath the porch light, we’ve all been circling
beat our dust hearts, singe our flour wings
but in the corner, something is happening!
wild Cosmia, what have you seen?
water were your limbs, and the fire was your hair
and then the moonlight caught your eye
and you rose through the air
well, if you’ve seen true light, then this is my prayer:
will you call me when you get there?
and I miss your precious heart
and miss, and miss, and miss
and miss, and miss, and miss
and miss, and miss your heart
but release your precious heart
to its feast, for precious hearts
