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Dashed with the poetic ramblings of Benjamin Michael.


there are people on this earth that fear blue skies because there are robots in the sky that can kill them

this is the future humans have created

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September 30 2014


Happy birthday Caravaggio! 

This year’s collection of images celebrating his birth are some of his self-portraits. The most moving of these, for me, are the ones where he inserts himself into the narrative: as a witness (fleeing) from Matthew’s martyrdom, as the bearer of light in The Taking of Christ, or as the defeated Goliath, whose consciousness hovers between life and death. The detail from the Beheading of Saint John (the last image in this photoset) shows the only signature he placed in his work. Flowing from the pool of blood pouring out of John’s neck, it reads “F. Michelangelo,” representing his new appointment as a fra (brother) of the Knights of Malta. 

When I tell people I specialize in Caravaggio, I often hear: “What’s left to be done?” The question doesn’t have to be verbalized. It is of a gnawing sort, and I think it testifies to a lack of historical imagination. The answer is: so much. As a scholar, I am not interested in yet another rehearsal of the narrative of Caravaggio’s life. Until new primary sources are discovered, we have that wrapped up for now, although Caravaggio’s early life before he moved to Rome remains mysterious. What I am interested in is looking afresh at Caravaggio’s oeuvre. There is much that can still be said, wrestled with, interpreted, about his work.

Caravaggio was born Michelangelo Merisi in 1571 in Milan. His father, Fermo, was a stonemason for the Marchese of Caravaggio, Francesco Sforza. As a youth, Caravaggio was apprenticed to Simone Peterzano, a native of Bergamo and purported pupil of Titian, whose painting style fused Venetian colore with naturalism and the maniera. Caravaggio was highly influenced by the Lombard artists and artworks he encountered during his youth. 

Caravaggio arrived in Rome at the age of 21 in 1592. He found work in the famed Cavalier d’Arpino’s workshop painting flowers and fruits. Caravaggio’s mastery of naturalist still life painting was unparalleled in Rome at this time. He was soon under the patronage of Cardinal Francesco Maria del Monte, for whom he painted allegorical scenes celebrating love and music. Del Monte’s circle of friends were impressed with Caravaggio, which led to commissions from Vincenzo Giustiniani and Matthieu Cointerel (for the Contarelli Chapel in San Luigi dei Francesi), among others. The Contarelli Chapel was his first major public commission, and its masterful composition is in part responsible for Caravaggio becoming Rome’s premiere religious painter. Some of his works, like the Death of the Virgin, roused controversy and were never publicly displayed, while second versions of some works, such as the Conversion of Saint Paul, were accepted. Caravaggio was stubborn about his artistic convictions, and in his stubbornness, he changed the way religious art was made, perceived, and experienced.

Art was not all Caravaggio was known for. Extensive police records illuminate Caravaggio’s volatile, often violent, personality. A series of arrests culminated in the 1606 murder of a former friend, Ranuccio Tomassoni. The exact circumstances and motive of Ranuccio’s death are still debated today, with theories ranging from a gang fight to a quarrel over a love triangle to a murder due to a mere 10 scudi bet over a tennis match. What is certain is that neither party was alone and that Ranuccio died (whether or not this was premeditated or intentional) and Caravaggio was wounded. 

Caravaggio fled his beloved city, and the Pope swiftly condemned Caravaggio to death for his crime. I have outlined elsewhere what a death sentence in Rome entailed in 1606. Caravaggio had a network of influential patrons and protectors across Italy who hoped for his safe return to Rome but who kept him sheltered during his exile. He spent most of his exile in Naples, Malta, and Sicily, where he was welcomed as a famous artist and where he continued to receive commissions.

In Malta, he was made a Knight by the Grand Master of the Knights of Malta (the Order of Saint John), a move that was sure to propel his pleas for a papal pardon. Caravaggio needed permission from the Pope to become a Knight, as he was not of noble birth and was a fugitive. His only signed work, The Beheading of Saint John the Baptist, made for the Order’s oratory, prominently displays his new title, Fra Michelangelo, flowing from the pool of blood around John’s neck. In 1608, after his new appointment, Caravaggio was imprisoned for a brawl involving other Knights (the motive for which is still mysterious). He escaped from the Order’s prison and the island of Malta in a Hollywood-worthy manner. By December, the Knights stripped him of his title in absentia, casting him out as “a foul and rotten member.”

Caravaggio went to Sicily, where he sojourned with his old friend Mario Minniti, and then returned to Naples. Upon his return, he was viciously attacked by unknown assailants and left for dead. Caravaggio survived, but his face was severely disfigured. In 1610 with the notion that his papal pardon was imminent thanks to the work of his friends and protectors, Caravaggio began his journey by boat back to Rome. He brought at least three paintings with him, perhaps intended as gifts for Cardinal Nephew Scipione Borghese. When his boat docked near Rome, Caravaggio was mistaken by local authorities for someone else and arrested. The facts here get tricky, but the common narrative is this: He spent a couple days in jail until he had the money to post bail, only to see the boat to Rome sailing off into the distance with his possessions. Caravaggio ran after the boat, along the rocky shore, until, after exerting all his energy in retrieving his possessions, he fell sick with fever and died on July 18 at the age of 38.

He was of a fantastic humor, indeed bizarre,
Pallid of face, and his hair
Thick and curly
His eyes lively, yet deeply sunk…
[he was]
The great protopainter,
Marvel of art,
Wonder of nature,
Though later a victim of misfortune.
- Giulio Cesare Gigli (1615), from Helen Langdon’s Caravaggio (1999, p. 391).

(via caravaggista)

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September 29 2014

for National Coffee Day


Tomas Tranströmer

Black coffee at sidewalk cafes
With chairs and tables like gaudy insects.

It is a precious sip we intercept
Filled with the same strength as Yes and No.

It is fetched out of gloomy kitchens
And looks into the sun without blinking.

In daylight a dot of wholesome…

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September 29 2014

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September 29 2014

If the immediate and direct purpose of our life is not suffering then our existence is the most ill-adapted to its purpose in the world: for it is absurd to suppose that the endless affliction of which the world is everywhere full, and which arises out of the need and distress pertaining essentially to life, should be purposeless and purely accidental. Every individual misfortune, to be sure, seems an exceptional occurrence; but misfortune in general is the rule.

Arthur Schopenhauer, Essays and Aphorisms

Monday First Lines | Every Monday, we offer the opening sentences of a Penguin Classic to start the week.

(via classicpenguin)

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September 29 2014


This year, we celebrated the 75th anniversary of John Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath. But since it’s Banned Books Week, it’s also vital that we mention that in August 1939, the book was banned in Kern County, California. The book was pronounced as a “libel and lie” and was banned on obscenity charges (but in truth, political grounds). By a vote of 4 to 1, the book was banned, but an unsung hero, local librarian Gretchen Knief, was working behind the scenes to overturn the ban. Knief (above, right) wrote powerful letters condemning the banning and burning (above, left) of the book. "Besides, banning books is so utterly hopeless and futile. Ideas don’t die because a book is forbidden reading," she wrote. The ban only lasted 18 months.

This year, for Banned Books Week, don’t just celebrate the books, but also celebrate everyone who has fought and continues to fight for great books.For more on Gretchen Knief, head over to NPR and listen to our Penguin Classic On Air podcast.

Oh Kern County…

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September 23 2014

Explicit Anaphora

Fuck me, the ink has yet to dry
Fuck the beauty with interpretive dildos
Fuck this social cannibalism

Fuck your middle class indecision
Fuck is the clay by which we
Fuck our language into obscurity
Fuck the fucks who gives fucks to fuck

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September 17 2014
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What is a country? A country is a piece of land surrounded on all sides by boundaries, usually unnatural. Englishmen are dying for England, Americans are dying for America, Germans are dying for Germany, Russians are dying for Russia. There are now fifty or sixty countries fighting in this war. Surely so many countries can’t all be worth dying for.

— Joseph Heller, Catch-22 (via early-onset-of-night)

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September 17 2014


More than 90% of high school students in the USA play videogames, and a significant percentage favour role-playing games above all others. How much do these children owe to the original Dungeons and Dragons books from the 1970s?
Image: Cosplay and World of Warcraft. Photo by Doug Kline, The Conmunity - Pop Culture Geek. CC-BY-2.0 via Wikimedia Commons.


More than 90% of high school students in the USA play videogames, and a significant percentage favour role-playing games above all others. How much do these children owe to the original Dungeons and Dragons books from the 1970s?

Image: Cosplay and World of Warcraft. Photo by Doug Kline, The Conmunity - Pop Culture Geek. CC-BY-2.0 via Wikimedia Commons.

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September 16 2014

Adam and Eve Fight About Money


by Ed Skoog

Around the valley, storms struggle to dusk;
love ignites windows and it’s hard to find
truth no matter what you look out of
and see a couple, Adam and Eve, perhaps,
fighting about money. An age arrives
where you don’t care, and you sit in the car
outside a grocery store, the child

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September 14 2014


am filled with words
by JC Olsthoorn
am filled with wordsbursting out spilling around metears and giggles alikethey find their way on to the pagerearrange them and seethey are nonsense makeno sense in this order or thatrearrange them and seeyes clarity clarity nosense in tinkering no morewhat nonsense
Fruita Pulp: Issue #5 September/October 2014
Art by Brandon Spence


am filled with words

by JC Olsthoorn

am filled with words
bursting out spilling around me
tears and giggles alike
they find their way on to the page
rearrange them and see
they are nonsense make
no sense in this order or that
rearrange them and see
yes clarity clarity no
sense in tinkering no more
what nonsense

Fruita Pulp: Issue #5 September/October 2014

Art by Brandon Spence

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September 14 2014

A poem has secrets that the poet knows nothing of.

Stanley Kunitz (via theparisreview)

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September 13 2014


Three Poems by Eric Baus

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September 13 2014

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