From China.
Circa 1964 – Resolutely support the anti-imperialist struggle of peoples in Asia, Africa and Latin-America
(via pierrebennu)
FROM GERTRUDE STEIN Hotel Pernollet Belley (Ain) Belley, le 22 May, 192- [1925]
My dear Fitzgerald:
Here we are and have read your book and it is a good book. I like the melody of your dedication and it shows that you have a background of beauty and tenderness and that is a comfort. The next good thing is that you write naturally in sentences and that too is a comfort. You write naturally in sentences and one can read all of them and that among other things is a comfort. You are creating the contemporary world much as Thackeray did his in Pendennis and Vanity Fair and this isn’t a bad compliment. You make a modern world and a modern orgy strangely enough it was never done until you did it in This Side of Paradise. My belief in This Side of Paradise was alright. This is as good a book and different and older and that is what one does, one does not get better but different and older and that is always a pleasure.. Best of good luck to you always, and thanks so much for the very genuine pleasure you have given me. We are looking forward to seeing you and Mrs. Fitzgerald when we get back in the Fall. Do please remember me to her and to you always
Gtde Stein
An elegant Harlem audience listening to a performance by W.C. Handy at an art gallery in 1936. Photo by Lucien Aigner.
James Dean and Eartha Kitt in NYC.
My goodness, how many pictures are there of Eartha Kitt and James Dean floating around?
Love Imani and P….this song just sends love…
This is a video altar piece created by yours truly MANY years ago. Someone I don’t know just discovered it for the first time and was really effected to say the least. I happy that they took the time to write me as I often put stuff out there and rarely look back. It was a pleasure to re-experience the newness through their eyes. I hope this piece finds you well today. shine*
“It’s like an act of murder—you play with an intent to commit something.” —Edward Kennedy “Duke” Ellington
He was born on this day (Washington, DC) in 1899. He died in 1974.
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art: photo by Irving Penn, NYC 1971
"perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad."
— rainer maria rilke (via dreamhampton1)
(Source: warsanshire.tumblr.com , via dreamhampton1)
He bends his breath around my name
And I am humbled
I feel small and plain
But his arms are angels by his side
You need not ask if they’re open, just how wide
His lips are day
And his skin is night
Oooh, and with our love we conjure up the twilight
His fingers are music to my soul…
