Somber and silly all at once! Still Missing is both an outstanding collection of folk art and a moving catalog of the sometimes-severed, sometimes-mended bonds between people and their pets. Oh and 100% of the profits go to animal charities! A true labor of love from a brilliant local artist!
“I speak from the limit of night / I speak from the limit of darkness / and of the limit of night
“If you come to my house, O kind one, bring me a lamp / and a tiny opening through which I might look at the crowd in the happy street”
–from “Gift” (Hedyeh)
Very useful information contained herein! Introduced me to so many substances to avoid and in exactly what quantities to avoid them! The pictures were so helpful! Thank you, Desert Island!
No more victims, only more criminals. Please heed the words of this magnificent beneficent queen-alicent comrade, an astounding person and my hero (did you ever know?) to whom I aspire. Goodnight, Irene / Goodnight, Irene / I kiss / you in / my dreams.
I wish more books were like this. Give me people irritating one another over lunch any day. Honest and bleak yet never anything but deeply felt. Radiating tortured emotion. It doesn’t need words to speak to us. We feel it.
Mamma-mento mori
Wish you good fortune in the wars to come
Free association: Pleasant Valley State Prison. 'You want it darker' LC.
Round these parts, this is what we here call a classic.
New edition, new preface
I don't expect you to want to read this. It shouldn't exist. Think of it as atrocity immersion therapy. Avoidance breeds anxiety.
Death chants, breakdowns, and military waltzes. Our neighbor fancies himself an authority on matters of geopolitical import yet finds himself at a loss to identify an herb or shrub in his own backyard
Howled into my dead cavernous soul and was not lost. There is no escape. The poet does not look away.
A gleaming slice of bygone Valley nightlife. Shot in rich luminous black and white and brimming with candid portraits of people toolin’ the main and hanging out, Van Nuys Blvd 1972 spotlights a perennially overlooked part of L.A. history.
Ten years on and this collection is still as sublime and enchanting as ever. It’s like “stop and smell the roses” in book form. And the editing? Forget about it. Perfection. Makes even the simple act of turning the pages a revelation. Never enough praise.
I feel seen
Sir Mix-A-Lot would be proud. Ditto Bloom in Nighttown. A true labor of love and compulsion. A tail as old as time. The catalogue of a pathetic little man and his suffocating need to … ahh .. gulp: … well, you’ll see. [Psst! For more titles off the beaten track, visit our Shopify page: skylight-books.myshopify.com]
I adopted a kitten recently so this is probably the toxoplasmosis talking. These adorable wittle bookends are sure to be received kindly by our furry overlords (insert obligatory Hail Bastet, Hail Kasha, et al.)—and if not, they’ll be batted away with a supremely disinterested swipe and a yawn. Oh, oh, and please see also Alex’s pick Masahisa Fukase: Sasuke. Because I said so.
I adopted a kitten recently so this is probably the toxoplasmosis talking. These adorable wittle bookends are sure to be received kindly by our furry overlords (insert obligatory Hail Bastet, Hail Kasha, et al.)—and if not, they’ll be batted away with a supremely disinterested swipe and a yawn. Oh, oh, and please see also Alex’s pick Masahisa Fukase: Sasuke. Because I said so.
I'm getting hungry just thinking about it
I feel seen
Cry while you laugh. Pairs well with Going There: Black Visual Satire by Richard J. Powell and Friday Black by Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah
Have The Heartbreak Kid and Ishtar been remastered/released yet? Can't we just throw all of Miss May's movies into a boxset and call it a day? I mean, how hard can it be?
Possibly out of print. Email or call to check availability and price.
dedicated to Ian
Beguiling. Ribald. Bleak. Insular.....probably'd do me good to read this more than once.
The story of an exceedingly clever fellow with dreams of rising above his station who manages to swindle half of Russia before things start to come apart, and of the people whose wealth and privilege have blinded them to the grifter at their door and the monstrously unjust system beneath their feet.
Skeletal, elemental, consumed with rage at the suffering casually inflicted on the most vulnerable and the unbelievable cruelty of those who see that suffering as necessary and deserved, The Grapes of Wrath is a wrenching howl for compassion and solidarity.
Amid all the talk of living in unprecedented times it's oddly comforting to discover that almost nothing about our current situation is - Word of the Year 2021 - unprecedented. Now if only we could learn from our mistakes we might . . . ahh, who am I kidding.