Folk musicians Peggy Seeger & Ewan MacColl play together at home, 1960s

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Folk musicians Peggy Seeger & Ewan MacColl play together at home, 1960s
Alex Dimitrov, from Love and Other Poems; "Love"
[Text ID: I love that instant when an arc of light passes through a room and I'm reminded that everything really is moving. // I love August and its sadness. // I love Sunday for that, too.]
The household fixtures in this earthen bungalow are recycled; the gas stove, for example, was salvaged from a junkyard and refurbished. Photograph: Don Carson.
The Naturally Elegant Home, 1992
Caylin Capra-Thomas, from "Lightning Suspected in Deaths of Horses", Iguana Iguana
Tatsuo Watanabe
XXX, Kiss Kiss Kiss, Masashi Endoh & Reiko Kataoka - 1994
“The universal truth behind my specific issues is that most of us invest a lot of energy, one way or another, in trying to avoid fully experiencing the reality in which we find ourselves. We don’t want to feel the anxiety that might arise if we were to ask ourselves whether we’re on the right path, or what ideas about ourselves it could be time to give up. We don’t want to risk getting hurt in relationships or failing professionally; we don’t want to accept that we might never succeed in pleasing our parents or in changing certain things we don’t like about ourselves — and we certainly don’t want to get sick and die. The details differ from person to person, but the kernel is the same. We recoil from the notion that this is it - that this life, with all its flaws and inescapable vulnerabilities, its extreme brevity, and out limited influence over how it unfolds, is the only one we’ll get a shot at. Instead, we mentally fight against the way things are — so that, in the words of the psychotherapist Bruce Tift, “we don’t have to consciously participate in what it’s like to feel claustrophobic, imprisoned, powerless, and constrained by reality.””
— Oliver Burkeman, Four Thousand Weeks
Olmec colossal head exhibited at the Hotel Nacional, Havana, 1974. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.
Tony Hoagland, from Application for Release from the Dream; “The Complex Sentence”
The Sisters of the Visitation near Beirut, Lebanon, use a paste of almonds and sugar to make marzipan sweets, typically eaten around Easter.
To love existence is to love what is indifferent to you
—Frank Bidart, excerpt of "Visions at 74", in Half Light
Fragment (Italy), 15th century silk, metalic threads.
Source: cooperhewitt.org
People in rooms drinking tea, drinking wine in the same rooms and outdoors, taking trains and driving and planting tomatoes and harvesting tomatoes, kissing or watching others kiss while wanting to be kissed, a spider living by the stove as tigers and grizzly bears roam Ohio being killed after their owner opened their cages and shot himself, people talking about childhood while holding babies, hands behind the heads that can’t support their own weight, eating lunch and other meals at tables, sitting at other tables smoking or wanting to smoke, having a beer in a room before a funeral and a beer in the same room after the funeral, a spider living in the window as a woman cuts all her hair off in Nome and mails it to her mother’s chemoed head in Memphis, people going on too long and people letting people go on too long, standing in a doorway meeting the lover of their son, taking her coat, her scarf, offering tea, liking her smile, people drinking too much and people letting people drink too much, making beds for them, helping them in, people sitting beside people under trees, trees under clouds, clouds under sun, sun under whatever sun is under and beyond reproach.
— Bob Hicok, “Life,” in Elegy Owed
Pierre Bonnard. Model taking off her blouse in Bonnard’s Paris studio, c. 1916.
June Gehringer, “EARTH IS AN ANAGRAM FOR HEART, U FUCKING IDIOTS”
[Text ID: “I don’t want to talk about it. / I want to lie in what little grass remains / and try to fit your heart inside of mine.”]
National Geographic, Flatiron Building, New York. W.W. Rock. 1918
"Elements", Bob Hicok
Lovers on the grass in Washington Square Park, New York, 1953. Photograph by Ernst Haas.