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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>Everyday is like Sunday</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @beforeisputterout)</generator><link>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Chvrches
The Mother we Share</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QxxUEzOvU-Y?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chvrches&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Mother we Share&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/48844638001</link><guid>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/48844638001</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Apr 2013 06:09:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Jeremy Scott for Adidas, as seen Iggy Azalea Work video.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/0f980c8e332e50d0a20d074c9268c214/tumblr_mk69pzMB5O1qempzko1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/ceeb487415d24f3acc3ace118db5b026/tumblr_mk69pzMB5O1qempzko2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jeremy Scott for Adidas, as seen Iggy Azalea &lt;em&gt;Work&lt;/em&gt; video.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/46166529454</link><guid>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/46166529454</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Mar 2013 11:58:47 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Frank Ocean
Forest Gump live at The Grammys, 2013</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AvX4XbZv4ps?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Frank Ocean&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forest Gump live at The Grammys, 2013&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/43600414146</link><guid>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/43600414146</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2013 18:53:05 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Binjamin Wilkomirski</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Orphaned thing, you never had a history. You were an object dropped into a context you neither liked nor understood. Painstakingly, over years of newspaper clippings, re-visited wireless broadcasts, silent footage, black-and-white stills, documents and excursions to the scene of atrocity, you sewed the inadequacy of your life together with the terror of theirs. The story became plausible. Then it became fact.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daddy: who were you? You wished him into a gassed man with a star on his jacket. Mummy became a ragged skeleton with shaved head and ill-fitting shoes. You were a miracle of survival and a talisman against forgetting.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You were 54 when you first published your life-lie. Through your self-imposed victimhood, you became the informants and the overseers; you were the regime. And so you have fused yourself into history. You are history. Did it help something inside you to commit a second, ink Holocaust? No one will ever believe a word you say again. You duped everyone, but I imagine you will remain duped last, longest. I imagine memory and fiction are the same word by now. Now. But then again, you were always past tense, were you not, History?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just cannot understand. Why, when you could have been anything, did you choose this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/43490254902</link><guid>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/43490254902</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2013 11:10:28 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"You cannot make up later for the emotional storms you missed out on. A world which was not enchanted..."</title><description>“You cannot make up later for the emotional storms you missed out on. A world which was not enchanted and dark at the right time will not grow bright when knowledge grows, but will only dry. Flat and barren are the wonders you dissect before being allowed to believe in them.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christa Wolf&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reading and Writing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/43400721547</link><guid>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/43400721547</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2013 10:04:10 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Ye tempests, rage! ye turbid torrents, roll!
Ye suit the joyless tenor of my soul!
Life’s..."</title><description>“Ye tempests, rage! ye turbid torrents, roll!&lt;br/&gt;
Ye suit the joyless tenor of my soul!&lt;br/&gt;
Life’s social haunts and pleasures I resign;&lt;br/&gt;
Be nameless wilds and lonely wanderings mine”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Robert Burns&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the Death of Robert Dundas, Esq.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/42767130230</link><guid>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/42767130230</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2013 13:10:24 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Hugo Simberg</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/693ced599ac25efb467b3bf61a0aa322/tumblr_mgpyjwPOl21qempzko1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hugo Simberg&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/40677617331</link><guid>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/40677617331</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2013 07:55:08 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/b8f749454a4f925fc72eedd9585ed711/tumblr_mgepulFKu81r4qu38o1_r1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/40610447999</link><guid>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/40610447999</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2013 12:49:27 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"The trouble with asking humans to enact the impersonal is that they usually do so by objectifying..."</title><description>“The trouble with asking humans to enact the impersonal is that they usually do so by objectifying the humans around them. The humans around them won’t behave like objects, so the ‘impersonal’ diagnostician has to construct mechanistic models of these humans that turn them into the object they have refused to become. The models of depersonalisation are invariably linguistic, and thus at the heart of politics is language, at the heart of language is politics.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Tom Leonard&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/40541009192</link><guid>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/40541009192</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2013 16:03:24 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Pedro Xisto </title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/24b4241b4ea5227ba30a9c19d5ea5da2/tumblr_mgj5rcRkn01qempzko1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pedro Xisto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/40362890320</link><guid>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/40362890320</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2013 15:47:36 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I have always had faith in my modest intellect. Right now I understand nothing of what I read.</title><link>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/40279014570</link><guid>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/40279014570</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2013 16:38:38 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/91864dd6c46114cc8ef6d1d4c86f5e04/tumblr_mg15edFHzn1qdd6ixo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/39680701740</link><guid>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/39680701740</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2013 15:57:05 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"There are split seconds in the morning between waking and sleep when you know nothing. Not just..."</title><description>“There are split seconds in the morning between waking and sleep when you know nothing. Not just things missing like where or who you are, but nothing. The fact of being alive has no substance. No awareness of skin and bone, the trap inside the skull. For these split seconds you hover in the sky like Icarus. Then you remember.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Janice Galloway&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Trick is to Keep Breathing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/39496595165</link><guid>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/39496595165</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2013 15:31:48 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Haim
Don’t Save Me</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kiqIush2nTA?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haim&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Don’t Save Me&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/39384525814</link><guid>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/39384525814</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jan 2013 10:37:51 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Please don’t go
I’ll eat you whole
I love you so
I love you so"</title><description>“Please don’t go&lt;br/&gt;
I’ll eat you whole&lt;br/&gt;
I love you so&lt;br/&gt;
I love you so”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alt-j&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Breezeblocks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/37416001386</link><guid>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/37416001386</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2012 14:07:04 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Natasha Kahn</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdsq9ugjlu1qempzko1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Natasha Kahn&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/36144739598</link><guid>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/36144739598</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2012 12:08:18 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Once I wanted to be The Greatest"</title><description>“Once I wanted to be The Greatest”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cat Power&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Greatest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/35768314346</link><guid>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/35768314346</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2012 05:55:48 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Solange
Losing You</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Hy9W_mrY_Vk?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Solange&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Losing You&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/34924522660</link><guid>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/34924522660</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2012 16:50:30 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Now it’s St Brigid’s Day and the first snowdrop
In County Wicklow, and this a..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;Now it’s St Brigid’s Day and the first snowdrop&lt;br/&gt;
In County Wicklow, and this a Brigid’s Girdle&lt;br/&gt;
I’m plaiting for you, an airy fairy hoop&lt;br/&gt;
(Like one of those old crinolines they’d trindle),&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Twisted straw that’s lifted in a circle&lt;br/&gt;
To handsel and to heal, a rite of spring&lt;br/&gt;
As strange and lightsome and traditional&lt;br/&gt;
As the motions you go through going through the thing.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seamus Heaney&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Brigid’s Girdle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/34834931133</link><guid>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/34834931133</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Nov 2012 12:20:50 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Listen, listen, if I know my world, which is doubtful, but if I do, I know it is chaotic, mean and..."</title><description>“Listen, listen, if I know my world, which is doubtful, but if I do, I know it is chaotic, mean and vicious, with laws cast in the wrong moulds, a fair conception gone awry, in short an awful place, and yet, and yet a place capable of glory in those rare moments when a little light breaks forth, and something is not explained, not forgiven, but merely illuminated.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;John Banville&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birchwood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/33772039326</link><guid>http://beforeisputterout.tumblr.com/post/33772039326</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2012 10:01:54 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
