anger makes me a modern girl
Through the branches of the laurel
I saw two dark doves.
The one was the sun,
the other the moon.
Little neighbors, I said to them,
where is my tomb?
In my tail, said the sun.
In my throat, said the moon.
And I who was walking
with the earth at my belt
saw two eagles of marble
and a naked girl.
The one was the other
and the girl was no one.
Little eagles, I said to them,
where is my tomb?
In my tail, said the sun,
in my throat, said the moon.
Through the branches of the laurel
I saw two naked doves.
The one was the other
and both were no one.
Casida of the Dark Doves by Federico García Lorca
mpdrolet:

New York at night, 1932
Berenice Abbott

mpdrolet:

New York at night, 1932

Berenice Abbott


Marilyn by George Barris in June 1962.

Marilyn by George Barris in June 1962.

steroge:

René Burri (1933-2014), Luxembourg Garden, Paris, 1950

nprmusic:

bandwidthdc:

Three EX HEX GIFs. Just ‘cause.

(Lovingly assembled by wamu885 intern Will Reid, who worked on our recent in-studio session with the band.)

Well, yes. —Lars

I adore your terrifying sincerity.
Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller

Boys Don’t Cry (1999)

wandrlust:

American Pictures, 1970-75 — Jacob Holdt

wandrlust:

American Pictures, 1970-75 — Jacob Holdt