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Probably what I love most about New York is that no matter what social class people are from or what atrocities they must face everyday living here, no matter how much they hate it, everyone is fucking proud to live here. Endure here. There are people who have never left Brooklyn, but they know it is better than anything else.

Daniel Stewart

I'd sell my soul for Total control over you Over you

The Dancer

He came riding fast like a phoenix outta fire flames He came dressed in black with a cross bearing my name He came bathed in light and splendor and glory I can't believe what the Lord has finally sent meHe said dance for me, fanciulla gentil He said laugh a while I can make your heart feel He said fly with me touch the face of the true God And then cry with joy at the depth of my love'Cause I've prayed days, I've prayed nights For the Lord just to send me home some sign I've looked long, I've looked far To bring peace to my black and empty heart Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah-ah-ah-ahMy love will stay 'til the riverbed runs dry My love lasts long as the sunshine blue sky I love him longer as each damn day goes The man is gone and heaven only knows'Cause I've cried days, I've cried nights For the Lord just to send me home some sign Is he near? Is he far? Bring peace to my black and empty heartSo long days, so long nights Oh, Lord, be near me tonight Is he near? Is he far? Bring peace to my black and empty heart

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Illustrations by Klaudia Klíma

Young artist Klaudia Klíma’s tools of choice are charcoal and paper, combining two simple elements to beautifully explore ideas of femininity and the human form.

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My story burrowed its way deeper and deeper into my being until it became a story I could turn inside out, hold to the light like a prism, craft into a story that was bigger than its small, sorry details.

Dani Shapiro

Lovers Cave, Cabo Mexico

I know now that we heal up through being loved, and through loving others. We don't heal by forming a secret society of one.

Jeanette Winterson

I thought about Bill Clinton meeting Hillary Rodham at Yale in 1971, and how tenacious and intense she must have been even back then, how undeniable and potent. Mr. Clinton describes the moment in hismemoir: “She conveyed a sense of strength and self-possession I had rarely seen in anyone, man or woman…she was in my face from the start.” He says he once told her, during those years, “I have met all the most gifted people in our generation and you’re the best.”

And then I thought about Mr. Clinton rising steadily through his political career, on the track we have built for charismatic, competent white men. He must have known, every second, how good his wife was. Not just good, but “the best.” Better than everyone he’d ever met; better than him, even. And he watched her stand next to him and wait, and wait, and wait, underestimated and degraded and excoriated for wanting more out of life than cookies. And she didn’t quit! She swallowed slander and humiliation and irrational hatred for three decades and she didn’t quit, and here she was, just a hair’s breadth from the presidency of the United States—the first woman ever to be trusted with the rudder of the world. He must be so proud of her, I thought. It made me cry.

- Lindy West

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“It’ll apply next week, whether it’s one or the other,” Barry Blitt says, about his cover, “Anything But That,” for the new issue.

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In Depression-era New York, designer Marguerite Mergentime was keen to encourage informed political debate within the home. Her “Food for Thought” tablecloths, printed with American political slogans from the time of Abe Lincoln to FDR’s New Deal, were sold in stores across the US. MoMA has recently acquired an example for the permanent collection. It is currently on view in How Should We Live: Propositions for the Modern Interior on the third floor.

[Marguerita Mergentime. Food for Thought tablecloth. c. 1936. Printed linen. Photograph by Michael Fredericks]

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Charles Coiner. Give It Your Best!. 1942 | MoMA

It’s Election Day, America! Get out there and vote.

[Charles Coiner. Give It Your Best! 1942. The Museum of Modern Art, New York]

(via Charles Coiner. Give It Your Best!. 1942 | MoMA)

Have you got color in your cheeks? Do you ever get that feelin' that you can't shift the tide That sticks around like summat's in your teeth Ah, there's some aces up your sleeve Have you no idea that you're in deep I dreamt about you nearly every night this week How many secrets can you keep? 'Cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow When I play it on repeat Until I fall asleep Spilling drinks on my settee(Do I wanna know?) If this feeling flows both ways (Sad to see you go) Was sorta hoping that you'd stay (Baby we both know) That the nights were mainly made for saying Things that you can't say tomorrow dayCrawlin' back to youEver thought of calling when you've had a few? 'Cause I always do Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new Now I've thought it throughCrawling back to youSo have you got the guts? Been wondering if your heart's still open and If so I wanna know what time it shuts Simmer down and pucker up I'm sorry to interrupt it's just I'm constantly On the cusp of trying to kiss you I don't know if you feel the same as I do But we could be together, if you wanted to(Do I wanna know?) If this feeling flows both ways (Sad to see you go) Was sorta hoping that you'd stay (Baby we both know) That the nights were mainly made for saying Things that you can't say tomorrow dayCrawling back to youEver thought of calling when you've had a few? (calling when you've had a few) 'Cause I always do ('cause I always do) Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new Now I've thought it throughCrawling back to you, (do I wanna know?) If this feeling flows both ways (Sad to see you go) Was sorta hoping that you'd stay (Baby we both know) That the nights were mainly made for saying Things that you can't say tomorrow day(Do I wanna know?) Too busy being yours to fall (Sad to see you go) Ever thought of calling darling? (Do I wanna know) Do you want me crawling back to you?

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