Irl-tori-spring - The Void

Daniel Kwan (co-director of Everything Everywhere All at Once and Swiss Army Man) on maximalism in art.

50 Years Since Bloody Sunday

30 January 1972

10,000 marchers take to the streets of Derry, Ireland to protest against the British policy of internment, which meant any member of the public could be imprisoned without trial on suspicion of being part of a paramilitary organisation.

British soldiers open fire on the crowd of innocent civilians, killing 14. Many were shot with their backs turned, running away from the soldiers.

It was the highest number of people killed in a shooting incident during the conflict and is considered the worst mass shooting in Northern Irish history.

Bloody Sunday fuelled Catholic and Irish nationalist hostility towards the British Army and support for the Provisional IRA rose

Patrick Doherty, 31. Shot from behind while attempting to crawl to safety. Murdered by 'Soldier F'.

Gerry Donaghy, 17. Shot in the stomach while standing behind Gerard McKinney. Soldiers planted four nail bombs in his pockets to justify the killings.

Jackie Duddy, 17. Shot as he ran away from soldiers. Three witnesses said they saw a soldier take deliberate aim at him as he ran.

Hugh Gilmour, 17. Shot as he ran away from soldiers.

Michael Kelly, 17. Shot in the stomach while standing at the rubble barricade. Murdered by 'Soldier F'.

Michael McDaid, 20. Shot in the face while going to the aid of William Nash.

Kevin McElhinney, 17. Shot from behind while attempting to crawl to safety.

Barney McGuigan, 41. Shot in the back of the head when he walked out from cover to help Patrick Doherty. He had been waving a white handkerchief. Murdered by 'Soldier F'.

Gerry McKinney, 35. Shot in the chest by 'Private G'. Witnesses said that when he saw the soldier, McKinney stopped and held up his arms, shouting, "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!", before being shot. The bullet apparently went through his body and struck Gerard Donaghy behind him.

William McKinney, 26. Shot in the back as he attempted to flee. Murdered by 'Soldier F'.

William Nash, 19. Three people were shot while going to his aid, including his father Alexander Nash.

Jim Wray, 22. Shot in the back while running away from soldiers. He was then shot again in the back as he lay mortally wounded on the ground. Witnesses stated he was calling out that he could not move his legs before he was shot the second time. Murdered by 'Soldier F'.

John Young, 17. Shot in the face while crouching and going to the aid of William Nash.

John Johnston, 59. Shot in the leg and left shoulder on William Street fifteen minutes before the rest of the shooting started. Johnston was not on the march, but on his way to visit a friend.

Despite the British state issuing an apology in 2010, no soldier has ever been prosecuted for their involvement.

The same paratroopers murdered 11 innocent civilians outside their homes in Ballymurphy months earlier, including a priest who had been administering last rights to a dying man.

The Last Scene In The Movie by Eleanor Hsieh

I May Have Forgotten to Turn Off the Oven by Jocelin Carmes

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the childlike life of the black tarantula

“Dream” Hob hums, airy and soft.

The way he says it is so full of wonder and marvel. It’s hard to ignore, it’s hard to not pay attention. Even if he really shouldn’t.

“What is it?” Morpheus asks back, aiming for stern but ending up with something all too soft.

“Nothing really” Hob grins, eyes glinting in that special way of his, full of life and joy. “Can’t a man enjoy using the name of his dear friend?”

There’s an air about him, like he’s teasing, but not quite. “Now that he knows it, that is” he adds coyly, smiling into his beer mug as he drinks.

To this, Morpheus finds he has no good answer, at least not one that wouldn’t sound rude where he doesn’t want it to be. 

So he relents, looking down at Hob’s hands, then up through his eyelashes, right at him.

“Of course. You may use my name at any time you’d like, Hob Gadling.” he says, lips curling and eyes narrowing, feeling more than a little pleased when Hob’s Adam’s apple jumps as he swallows too fast, coughing lightly.

“Huh.” Hob puts the mug down, absentmindedly touching his ear, looking at Morpheus with eyes that look thoughtful “Of course, Dream.” he lowers his tone at the name, looking at him with easy confidence. 

The husky undertones set a shiver down Morpheus’ spine.

He really shouldn’t. However…

Morpheus’ gaze flicks to Hob’s lips before returning to his eyes, judging by the gleam in them, Hob had definitely noticed.

Well then. Morpheus thinks, tilting his head as he observes his friend. 

They both are smiling at each other, as they often do. 

watching a film and then checking the tag for the film for a little photo or gifset you can reblog to tell everyone you just watched a film but all the options suck. I might as well die

all three are fine!! thank u in advance :)

nonfiction:

savage pastimes: a cultural history of violent entertainment by harold schechter (schechter is one of the best true crime authors ive ever read. title speaks for itself.)

tr@nny: confessions of punk rock's most infamous anarchist sellout by laura jane grace (autobiography, lead singer of the punk band against me!. laura came out as trans in the early 2010s.)

jenny holzer self titled (visual artist jenny holzer, most famously known for her truisms.)

the joke's over by ralph steadman (accounts of steadmans life—artist—alongside hunter s thompson, author & gonzo journalist.)

the only living witness by stephen g michaud & hugh aynesworth (the life & crimes of ted bundy.)

execution: the guillotine, the pendulum, the thousand cuts, the spanish donkey, & 66 other ways of putting people to death by geoffrey abbott (history of different torture + execution methods. dry at times, but very informative.)

up close: johnny cash by anne e neimark (quick, enjoyable biography on JC)

the mothman prophecies by john a keel (historical reports of the mothman, his relation to UFOs, the men in black, and the collapse of the silver bridge)

fiction:

fight club by chuck palahniuk (comedy, thriller)

the house on mango street by sandra cisneros (coming of age)

no country for old men by cormac mccarthy (thriller, crime)

do androids dream of electric sheep? by phillip k dick (thriller, sci-fi)

2001: a space odyssey by arthur c clarke (sci-fi)

johnny got his gun by dalton trumbo (war, history)

sharp objects by gillian flynn (crime, thriller)

fear & loathing in las vegas by hunter s thompson (comedy, journalism, history)

brokeback mountain by annie proulx (romance, LGBT, western)

jurassic park by michael crichton (sci-fi, thriller)

the miseducation of cameron post by emily m danforth (coming of age, LGBT)

psycho by robert bloch (crime, thriller)

poetry:

my favorite poems

my favorite poetry collections

hey, do you know any anti-suicidal poems?

sending you love and strength

“The Thing Is” and “The World Has Need of You” by Ellen Bass

“Six Months after Contemplating Suicide” by Erika L. Sánchez

“Night Walk” by Franz Wright

“To the Young Who Want to Die” by Gwendolyn Brooks

“Da Capo” by Jane Hirshfield

“Antilamentation” and “I Never Wanted to Die” by Dorianne Laux

“What The Living Do” by Marie Howe

“Most Days I Want to Live” by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

“Invitation” by Mary Oliver

“I Am Not Ready To Die Yet” by Aracelis Girmay

+ this excerpt from Cherry by Mary Karr (“That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”)