Vladimir Nabokov puts a butterfly into an envelope, 1958. Vladimir Nabokov and His Butterflies: Portrait of a Lepidopterist 1958 | LIFE.com 

Vladimir Nabokov puts a butterfly into an envelope, 1958. Vladimir Nabokov and His Butterflies: Portrait of a Lepidopterist 1958 | LIFE.com 

Planting with Butler!

Planting with Butler!

Coloring eggs with the fam, 4/14

Coloring eggs with the fam, 4/14

Lived well last night.

Lived well last night.

h-o-r-n-g-r-y:

you’re rad.

h-o-r-n-g-r-y:

you’re rad.

homemadefolk:

Happy birthday to one of the most profound literary minds, and my personal favorite author. 

homemadefolk:

Happy birthday to one of the most profound literary minds, and my personal favorite author. 

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still-in-transit:

A minimalist song by acoustic guitarist, Don Ross, that he suitably titled, “Robot Monster.” He wrote it during the time his wife fell ill and finished it shortly after she passed on. It’s a perfect example of how brilliant simplicity can be.

The song’s tight structure conveys a sense of chaos rather than perhaps, what one might initially liken to such organization- a sense of clarity; the rhythm’s steady pulse, unwavering harmonies, and successive reiterations of brief phrases all contribute to its mechanical feeling, as though every note is being driven and pushed along either without thought process or against its will. Maybe both. This leads eventually to a distinct cell that sounds like a centripetal unraveling and that feels like an eddy or an undertow.

Then it returns to how it began: an android-like, rote motif pushed onward without the sense to comprehend or the diction to explain.