[the1920sinpictures]

July 22, 1919 Westminster in the early morning rain. Autochrome plate by Fernand Cuville. From Old London Photos, FB.

[lovestereo]

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[nemfrog]

"The Great Comet of 1744." A popular treatise on comets. 1861.

Internet Archive

[iheartliquor]

all my life has been lived through music

[violettesiren]

–for Terrance Hayes

Once when my coat was too thin, and one torn pocket was all I had left of a great love, I found a blue canto that calmed me. A pine tree was in it, and crows. In my head: one ant after another, carrying its burden. Art sometimes can enter through a sliver. Give it a broken fence, it will trellis over. Once, when no one was near, a split tree calmed me, and a crow’s cry tore the air, and my ear found an oar, and I rowed.

Solace by Kim Addonizio

[frostedmagnolias]

Pair of Stockings

c. 1900

Embroidered and machine-knitted silk with sequins and beads

France

Victoria and Albert Museum

[falsenote]

Fatti di gente perbene (1974)

[pwlanier]

A Bokhara nim-susani, Uzbekistan

late 19th century

Sotheby’s

[road0flife]

[missmirrorselfie01]

[theotreptos]

“The effort of expression has a bearing not only on the form but on the thought and on the whole inner being. So long as bare simplicity of expression is not attained, the thought has not touched or even come near to true greatness… . The real way of writing is to write as we translate. When we translate a text written in some foreign language, we do not seek to add anything to it; on the contrary, we are scrupulously careful not to add anything to it. That is how we have to try to translate a text which is not written down.”

— Simone Weil, in a letter to Gustave Thibon

[flowerytale]

Emily Brontë, from “Wuthering Heights“

[red-cosmicc]

claudia, oil on canvas 11"×14"

[lamignonette]

[jca-archive]

Tony Pupkewitz, from Commercial Photography Exposed, Vol. 1 (1983)

[the--framed--maelstrom]

Properly written texts are like spiders’ webs: tight, concentric, transparent, well-spun and firm. They draw into themselves all the creatures of the air. Metaphors flitting hastily through them become their nourishing prey. Subject matter comes winging towards them. The soundness of a conception can be judged by whether it causes one quotation to summon another. Where thought has opened up one cell of reality, it should, without violence by the subject, penetrate the next. It proves its relation to the object as soon as other objects crystallize around it. In the light that it casts on its chosen substance, others begin to glow.

Theodor Adorno, Minima Moralia

[thecryptkeeper]

Unknown photographer (American), Untitled (Girl holding two dogs), c. 1960. National Gallery of Art.