Monday Morning Wake-Up Call


Photography by Irving Penn (via this isn’t happiness)

Tuesday Morning Wake-Up Call (Got Milk?)


Photographers Tomas Januska and Edvardas Poska gave the Ice Bucket Challenge phenomena a close look, with their recent series, Impact. The project involved pouring milk onto people during the photo shoot, capturing their reactions at the exact moment of impact.  “We managed to shoot a series of shoots with each person. Around maybe, 70-100 frames with everyone…no the models didn’t complain, but were excited and curious about our cause, and why we were doing this…(via thepluspaper.com).

Milk

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For half a century,
he opens the door and there it is.
Chillin’ and chilled.
Cold, smooth, white as snow.

From bottles, to cartons, to jugs.
On cereal.
With chocolate chip cookies and PB&J.
A chaser for warm apple crisp.

And then he wakes.

Blink.

A half a century later.

And this insomniac finds himself standing in front of the open refrigerator door. The same Boy who stood in a similar place on a similar summer morning in July. Bare foot.  White t-shirt. Undershorts. With the freon propellant misting him with its cool breeze. And he pauses to think.

Tolerant. To intolerant.

There he finds a plastic jug of 2% flanked by “All Natural Blue Diamond Almond Breeze Almond Milk.”

And a single thought comes to his mind. The title of the 1989 biography written by Marion Meade:

Dorothy Parker: What Fresh Hell Is This?


Notes:

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call: Breakfast!

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Source: Imgur

Floated down the milk river

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For months the baby woke at seven, fed, fell asleep at eight thirty, woke at ten, fed, fell asleep at eleven thirty, and so on for the rest of the day. I’d made him into a milk clock. Every hour was part of a ritualized ceremony of adding or subtracting milk. A river of milk flowed in and out and around him. He floated down the milk river toward the rest of life.

~ Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary


Notes:

Put it back. Put it back.

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By the toe of my boot,
a pebble of quartz,
one drop of the earth’s milk,
dirty and cold.
I held it to the light
and could almost see through it
into the grand explanation.
Put it back, something told me,
put it back and keep walking.

~ Ted Kooser, “On the Road.” Delights & Shadows


 Image Source: Rockpiles

 

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