Young Hound

Suck out marrow from bone,
Blueprint of skeleton homes,
Tangled in cords, telephones

ringing into nights and into souls.

(via wink-ofaneye)

(Source: holavicente, via ckwh)

Hitcher in the Snow

"So when you’re 17 and stuck on a snowed-in hill

you’ll know not to hitchhike” is this poem’s outcome

as projected by my mother.

And there was that hitcher in Mississippi

who torched the car with the driver still in it,

a signal flare in the southern air.

But “don’t talk to strangers” is a fitting maxim

for the friendless.

*

Oregon won’t see such snowfall again,

and I will never again stick my thumb out like a thin pink flag,

run to the stopped car, hop in, and introduce myself.

He was an airline pilot from Chicago.

She was a vet’s assistant.

They were cold, bored, and in love.

He was interviewing for a job at the airport.

Compact, closer than lovers, we shared

the general gist of our lives, the details foggy,

as though we were recounting a movie

hidden in the depths of a barely believed childhood.

*

He got the call. He got the job.

We celebrated with doughnuts and coffee

before they dropped me in front of the gym.

It was January 14th, 2008.

*

Befriending strangers is a reoccurring theme in my life.

I glory in their triumphs, the little truths

couched between their eyebrows, their laugh like a motor catching.

Soon I will be leaving this place

a stranger to myself — and yes, mother,

I talk to myself all the time. Soon I will arrive

in a clean white airport, see his face pass

like mirrored glass, only to move on and melt through memory

until it is picked up, again and again. 

eatsleepdraw:

Ken RokoSeaside 02: Giclee Fine Art Print 13X19

eatsleepdraw:

Ken Roko
Seaside 02: Giclee Fine Art Print 13X19

lynchmobzz:

Bby struggles to put all of his books on the new bookshelf 📚☺️ younghoundprints

lynchmobzz:

Bby struggles to put all of his books on the new bookshelf 📚☺️ younghoundprints

Tweenbots by Kacie Kinzer:
Given their extreme vulnerability, the vastness of city space, the dangers posed by traffic, suspicion of terrorism, and the possibility that no one would be interested in helping a lost little robot, I initially conceived the Tweenbots as disposable creatures which were more likely to struggle and die in the city than to reach their destination. Because I built them with minimal technology, I had no way of tracking the Tweenbot’s progress, and so I set out on the first test with a video camera hidden in my purse. I placed the Tweenbot down on the sidewalk, and walked far enough away that I would not be observed as the Tweenbot––a smiling 10-inch tall cardboard missionary––bumped along towards his inevitable fate.
The results were unexpected. Over the course of the following months, throughout numerous missions, the Tweenbots were successful in rolling from their start point to their far-away destination assisted only by strangers. Every time the robot got caught under a park bench, ground futilely against a curb, or became trapped in a pothole, some passerby would always rescue it and send it toward its goal. Never once was a Tweenbot lost or damaged. Often, people would ignore the instructions to aim the Tweenbot in the “right” direction, if that direction meant sending the robot into a perilous situation. One man turned the robot back in the direction from which it had just come, saying out loud to the Tweenbot, “You can’t go that way, it’s toward the road.”
The Tweenbot’s unexpected presence in the city created an unfolding narrative that spoke not simply to the vastness of city space and to the journey of a human-assisted robot, but also to the power of a simple technological object to create a complex network powered by human intelligence and asynchronous interactions. But of more interest to me, was the fact that this ad-hoc crowdsourcing was driven primarily by human empathy for an anthropomorphized object. The journey the Tweenbots take each time they are released in the city becomes a story of people’s willingness to engage with a creature that mirrors human characteristics of vulnerability, of being lost, and of having intention without the means of achieving its goal alone. As each encounter with a helpful pedestrian takes the robot one step closer to attaining it’s destination, the significance of our random discoveries and individual actions accumulates into a story about a vast space made small by an even smaller robot.

Tweenbots by Kacie Kinzer:

Given their extreme vulnerability, the vastness of city space, the dangers posed by traffic, suspicion of terrorism, and the possibility that no one would be interested in helping a lost little robot, I initially conceived the Tweenbots as disposable creatures which were more likely to struggle and die in the city than to reach their destination. Because I built them with minimal technology, I had no way of tracking the Tweenbot’s progress, and so I set out on the first test with a video camera hidden in my purse. I placed the Tweenbot down on the sidewalk, and walked far enough away that I would not be observed as the Tweenbot––a smiling 10-inch tall cardboard missionary––bumped along towards his inevitable fate.

The results were unexpected. Over the course of the following months, throughout numerous missions, the Tweenbots were successful in rolling from their start point to their far-away destination assisted only by strangers. Every time the robot got caught under a park bench, ground futilely against a curb, or became trapped in a pothole, some passerby would always rescue it and send it toward its goal. Never once was a Tweenbot lost or damaged. Often, people would ignore the instructions to aim the Tweenbot in the “right” direction, if that direction meant sending the robot into a perilous situation. One man turned the robot back in the direction from which it had just come, saying out loud to the Tweenbot, “You can’t go that way, it’s toward the road.”

The Tweenbot’s unexpected presence in the city created an unfolding narrative that spoke not simply to the vastness of city space and to the journey of a human-assisted robot, but also to the power of a simple technological object to create a complex network powered by human intelligence and asynchronous interactions. But of more interest to me, was the fact that this ad-hoc crowdsourcing was driven primarily by human empathy for an anthropomorphized object. The journey the Tweenbots take each time they are released in the city becomes a story of people’s willingness to engage with a creature that mirrors human characteristics of vulnerability, of being lost, and of having intention without the means of achieving its goal alone. As each encounter with a helpful pedestrian takes the robot one step closer to attaining it’s destination, the significance of our random discoveries and individual actions accumulates into a story about a vast space made small by an even smaller robot.

(via freechampagne)

jonhindsart:

Vintage Street Fighter (circa 1910)

jonhindsart:

Vintage Street Fighter (circa 1910)

(Source: becomingroux, via claire-evelyn)

lynchmobzz:

winter is coming in the cosmos brownies younghoundprints

lynchmobzz:

winter is coming in the cosmos brownies younghoundprints