Here is a Google drive link of all works and writings by and about Black revolutionaries and activists throughout history.

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Here is a Google drive link of all works and writings by and about Black revolutionaries and activists throughout history.
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I can hear little clicks inside my dream. Night drips its silver tap down the back.
Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via theclassicsreader)
Villa Adriana, Tivoli
Death associated with water is more dream-like than death associated with earth: the pain of water is infinite.
Gaston Bachelard, from Water and Dreams. (via ligeia-of-the-rhine)
Frank S. Andreassen
Anne Carson
IN THE LINE OF TOTALITY by
Catherine Mcloughlin
Wait for my death and then hear me again.
Ingeborg Bachmann, from In the Storm of Roses: Selected Poems; Songs of Flight. (via xshayarsha)
Female Figures in a Landscape
Warren B. Davis (American, 1865–1928)
Oil on board
Then I started slipping out of the world / and I kept on slipping.
Camille Norton, Corruption: Poems; “The Bardo of the Mind in Contemplation” (via luthienne)
Emily Harriet
Isabelle Adjani looking at a sculpture “Perseus and the Gorgon” by Camille Claudel.
Willows- (by Joe Rossi)
I’ve admired this stretch of stream almost every day as I come and go from our complex but had never stopped to photograph it until tonight.
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Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it Hand burnt text on silk velvet 42″ x 24″ 2016