K. Eisenberg
@keisenberg.bsky.social
Harold: You sure have a way with people. Maude: Well, they're my species!
DIES IRAE
I woke up in a rage. No, I don't like the world at all. The majority of people are dead and don't know it, or else are alive but live like charlatans. And love, instead of giving, makes demands.
I woke up in a rage. No, I don't like the world at all. The majority of people are dead and don't know it, or else are alive but live like charlatans. And love, instead of giving, makes demands.
July 13, 2025 at 2:01 PM
DIES IRAE
I woke up in a rage. No, I don't like the world at all. The majority of people are dead and don't know it, or else are alive but live like charlatans. And love, instead of giving, makes demands.
I woke up in a rage. No, I don't like the world at all. The majority of people are dead and don't know it, or else are alive but live like charlatans. And love, instead of giving, makes demands.
1941, June 22—and now
And still,
there is someone
writing the date
at the top of a page,
not knowing
it echoes.
And still,
there is someone
writing the date
at the top of a page,
not knowing
it echoes.
June 22, 2025 at 12:20 PM
1941, June 22—and now
And still,
there is someone
writing the date
at the top of a page,
not knowing
it echoes.
And still,
there is someone
writing the date
at the top of a page,
not knowing
it echoes.
I burned my hand as a child on the cserépkályha—the old ceramic tile stove. The mark is still there.
June 21, 2025 at 11:17 PM
I burned my hand as a child on the cserépkályha—the old ceramic tile stove. The mark is still there.
Unfolding now—
and what it could mean not just for the region, but for the world…
The situation is shifting rapidly,
from regional escalation
to the brink of global military entanglement.
What lies ahead will change the world.
But here I am, making beauty—
not despite the world’s horror,
and what it could mean not just for the region, but for the world…
The situation is shifting rapidly,
from regional escalation
to the brink of global military entanglement.
What lies ahead will change the world.
But here I am, making beauty—
not despite the world’s horror,
June 21, 2025 at 7:14 PM
Unfolding now—
and what it could mean not just for the region, but for the world…
The situation is shifting rapidly,
from regional escalation
to the brink of global military entanglement.
What lies ahead will change the world.
But here I am, making beauty—
not despite the world’s horror,
and what it could mean not just for the region, but for the world…
The situation is shifting rapidly,
from regional escalation
to the brink of global military entanglement.
What lies ahead will change the world.
But here I am, making beauty—
not despite the world’s horror,
‘The ballpoint pens nervously rustled on the pages; there were some whose tips tapped the paper, another whose push-button was tensely clicked by someone, occasionally cautious fragments of whispers could be heard, a suppressed cough here and there,
April 28, 2025 at 3:20 PM
‘The ballpoint pens nervously rustled on the pages; there were some whose tips tapped the paper, another whose push-button was tensely clicked by someone, occasionally cautious fragments of whispers could be heard, a suppressed cough here and there,
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April 9, 2025 at 9:05 AM
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the line between victim and perpetrator, between survival and complicity, is sometimes impossibly thin
April 6, 2025 at 4:30 PM
the line between victim and perpetrator, between survival and complicity, is sometimes impossibly thin
'Joy' by UK printmaker Sarah Morgan
April 1, 2025 at 4:28 PM
'Joy' by UK printmaker Sarah Morgan
This thing on my wall has just caught my attention... I fail to recall when I arranged it in this way, but it's remarkably clever... and humorous.
April 1, 2025 at 4:16 PM
This thing on my wall has just caught my attention... I fail to recall when I arranged it in this way, but it's remarkably clever... and humorous.
Today's Pessoa (every day I open to a page at random: "The Book of Disquiet")
‘Though I walked among them a stranger, no one noticed. I lived among them as a spy and no one, not even I, suspected.
‘Though I walked among them a stranger, no one noticed. I lived among them as a spy and no one, not even I, suspected.
April 1, 2025 at 2:21 PM
Today's Pessoa (every day I open to a page at random: "The Book of Disquiet")
‘Though I walked among them a stranger, no one noticed. I lived among them as a spy and no one, not even I, suspected.
‘Though I walked among them a stranger, no one noticed. I lived among them as a spy and no one, not even I, suspected.
April was just beginning, and after the warm spring day it turned cooler, slightly frosty, and a breath of spring could be felt in the soft, cold air… And everyone was silent, deep in thought, everything around was welcoming, young, so near
April 1, 2025 at 12:26 PM
April was just beginning, and after the warm spring day it turned cooler, slightly frosty, and a breath of spring could be felt in the soft, cold air… And everyone was silent, deep in thought, everything around was welcoming, young, so near
The city appears to you as a whole in which no desire is lost and of which you are a part, and since it enjoys everything you don't, you have no choice but to inhabit that desire and be content.
Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino
Illustration by Karina Puente Frantzen
Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino
Illustration by Karina Puente Frantzen
March 31, 2025 at 5:33 PM
The city appears to you as a whole in which no desire is lost and of which you are a part, and since it enjoys everything you don't, you have no choice but to inhabit that desire and be content.
Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino
Illustration by Karina Puente Frantzen
Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino
Illustration by Karina Puente Frantzen
Today's Pessoa (every day I open to a page at random: "The Book of Disquiet")
‘If there is one thing life gives us, apart from life itself, and for which we must thank the gods, it is the gift of not knowing ourselves: of not knowing ourselves and of not knowing one another.
‘If there is one thing life gives us, apart from life itself, and for which we must thank the gods, it is the gift of not knowing ourselves: of not knowing ourselves and of not knowing one another.
March 31, 2025 at 1:38 PM
Today's Pessoa (every day I open to a page at random: "The Book of Disquiet")
‘If there is one thing life gives us, apart from life itself, and for which we must thank the gods, it is the gift of not knowing ourselves: of not knowing ourselves and of not knowing one another.
‘If there is one thing life gives us, apart from life itself, and for which we must thank the gods, it is the gift of not knowing ourselves: of not knowing ourselves and of not knowing one another.
A Mountain Dulcimer on a Brooklyn Stoop!
My friend Mike found a mountain dulcimer on a Brooklyn stoop.
I know this because he posted a video of said mountain dulcimer (he even played it in the video!) with the caption: "I found a mountain dulcimer on a Brooklyn stoop!"
- Andy Knowlton
My friend Mike found a mountain dulcimer on a Brooklyn stoop.
I know this because he posted a video of said mountain dulcimer (he even played it in the video!) with the caption: "I found a mountain dulcimer on a Brooklyn stoop!"
- Andy Knowlton
March 31, 2025 at 1:26 PM
A Mountain Dulcimer on a Brooklyn Stoop!
My friend Mike found a mountain dulcimer on a Brooklyn stoop.
I know this because he posted a video of said mountain dulcimer (he even played it in the video!) with the caption: "I found a mountain dulcimer on a Brooklyn stoop!"
- Andy Knowlton
My friend Mike found a mountain dulcimer on a Brooklyn stoop.
I know this because he posted a video of said mountain dulcimer (he even played it in the video!) with the caption: "I found a mountain dulcimer on a Brooklyn stoop!"
- Andy Knowlton
ECCE HOMO
Following eye surgery,
you would say to anyone:
"It's good to see you!"
Ákos Fodor
Following eye surgery,
you would say to anyone:
"It's good to see you!"
Ákos Fodor
March 30, 2025 at 4:43 PM
ECCE HOMO
Following eye surgery,
you would say to anyone:
"It's good to see you!"
Ákos Fodor
Following eye surgery,
you would say to anyone:
"It's good to see you!"
Ákos Fodor
The Hunting of the Snark by Lewis Carroll, with artwork by Tove Jansson. She illustrated a 1959 edition of the poem;
published by Tate.
published by Tate.
March 29, 2025 at 4:47 PM
The Hunting of the Snark by Lewis Carroll, with artwork by Tove Jansson. She illustrated a 1959 edition of the poem;
published by Tate.
published by Tate.
‘how Sebald's narrators move through landscapes and histories, deeply attuned yet never quite absorbed, maintaining a spectral presence’
March 29, 2025 at 1:52 PM
‘how Sebald's narrators move through landscapes and histories, deeply attuned yet never quite absorbed, maintaining a spectral presence’
‘It's not apathy, but a deliberate, almost sacred disengagement, a refusal to let the world dictate one's inner state.’
March 29, 2025 at 1:50 PM
‘It's not apathy, but a deliberate, almost sacred disengagement, a refusal to let the world dictate one's inner state.’
‘a way to observe the world without being entangled in it’
March 29, 2025 at 1:48 PM
‘a way to observe the world without being entangled in it’
Today's Pessoa (every day I open to a page at random: "The Book of Disquiet")
‘An Aesthetics of Indifference
What the dreamer should try to feel for any object is the utter indifference that it, as object, provokes in him.
‘An Aesthetics of Indifference
What the dreamer should try to feel for any object is the utter indifference that it, as object, provokes in him.
March 29, 2025 at 1:41 PM
Today's Pessoa (every day I open to a page at random: "The Book of Disquiet")
‘An Aesthetics of Indifference
What the dreamer should try to feel for any object is the utter indifference that it, as object, provokes in him.
‘An Aesthetics of Indifference
What the dreamer should try to feel for any object is the utter indifference that it, as object, provokes in him.