#thomas wolfe

[petaltexturedskies]

in these nights of waning summer — more than at any other season of the year, the immense and murmurous sound of time was audible. It was above one and around one, it was near and far, it was immense and omnipresent, and it was indefinable.

Thomas Wolfe, Of Time and the River: A Legend of Man's Hunger in His Youth

[the1920sinpictures]

Thomas [Clayton] Wolfe (1900–1938) at fifteen, shortly before entering the University of North Carolina in 1916. From book: Windows of the Heart, the correspondence of Thomas Wolfe and Margaret Roberts (2007)

[sparklejamesysparkle]

Anthony Perkins reads Thomas Wolfe's 1929 semi-autobiographical novel Look Homeward, Angel in his dressing room at the Ethel Barrymore Theatre in Manhattan, 1958. Perkins was starring in the Pulitzer Prize winning stage adaptation of the book at the time (written by Ketti Frings), for which he received a "Best Performance by a Leading Actor in a Play" Tony Award nomination.

[mythologyofblue]

“I have to see a thing a thousand times before I see it once.” -Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Go Home Again

[normanyoke]

my mutuoomfs @cringedog and @rvn-poster are a wolfean brotherhood with me

[newyorkthegoldenage]

The Chelsea Hotel, 222 West 23rd Street, August 12, 1936.

[Edgar Lee] Masters proclaimed in his booming courthouse voice that there was no better home for a writer than the Hotel Chelsea. He urged [Thomas] Wolfe to sign the register and stood by as the younger man grasped the pen, observing with satisfaction Wolfe’s receding hairline and slightly drooping jowls. Wunderkind or not, the author of Look Homeward, Angel needed spectacles to read. But Masters meant what he’d said about the Chelsea. Granted, it lacked the polish of the Algonquin, with its fabled Round Table wits and bow-tied maître d’. The Chelsea had had a run of bad luck ... Still, for people with small bank accounts but big imaginations, a unique and intriguing spirit lingered in the atmosphere. Like a stately ocean liner, the enormous Victorian-era residence had withstood the battering of the district’s successive waves of vaudeville theaters and nickelodeons, oyster houses and seamen’s bars, office buildings and warehouse lofts. Inside the Chelsea, a tradition of tolerance, built into its bones, had allowed its occupants to weather these changes with equanimity. 

    --Sherill Tippins, Inside the Dream Palace: The Life & Times of New York's Legendary Chelsea Hotel (New York: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt 2013)

Photo: Berenice Abbott via Jackson Fine Art

[viecome]

Tengo una corazonada, Thomas Wolfe – Calle del Orco

Hospital de la Providencia Seattle, Washington 12 de agosto de 1938 Querido Max: Estoy haciendo esto a escondidas, contraviniendo las órdenes del médico, pero «tengo una corazonada» y quería escrib… Origen: Tengo una corazonada, Thomas Wolfe – Calle del Orco

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[barnabascollins]

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