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Eliseu Visconti     Nu Féminin     1894

#art

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Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger, Fred Hellerman and Jean Ritchie in the WNYC studios, 1949

#jean ritchie is mother! #i'm friends with pete seeger's granddaughter

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the reluctant bride, august toulmouche / lila cerullo, my brilliant friend

#ok slay #elena ferrante #my brilliant friend

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“A big part of my musical education was me saying to myself, “I wanna listen to primarily women, and I don’t wanna listen to the [male] legends. When I was finally able to settle down and get a record player, I only wanted to listen to Billie Holiday or Bessie Smith, or Nina Simone. I wanted to educate myself about female musicians. And only after I felt like I did that for a good period of time was I able to listen to Sam[’s advice — guitarist Sam Doores of the Deslondes is Segarra’s frequent collaborator] and listen to some Dylan.”

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Alynda Lee Segarra of Hurray for the Riff-Raff.

partysoft.

(via locusimperium)

#i love her #hurray for the riff raff

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reading tender is the night by f. scott fitzgerald and it's so mediocre... read some hemingway last month that was also pretty mediocre... the lost generation writers are NOT living up to my hopes. if anyone has recommendations (from the 1920s-1940s) that you really enjoy, pls let me knowww

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rainer maria rilke, letters to a young poet

#just read this! #r. m. rilke #poetry

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Sharing a Cigarette with Joan of Arc, Dante Émile

#love #poetry

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women of country

#so so sexy

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made some affirmations for my fellow grocery shoppers out there

#4.99 for three bell peppers... too real

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“Everything touches me—I see too much, I hear too much, everything demands too much of me.”

— Clarice Lispector II Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector (via violentwavesofemotion)

#about to start one of her books soon! #clarice lispector

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Celsius is so low res y’all have like 3 possible numbers it can be outside

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i wish u could still jsut show up at ur friends house and knock on the door and ask them to go for a walk but now it’s like a 3 month request on someone’s google calendar for a 1 hour $80 coffee date just to see someone

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louise bourgeois, together / hildegard von bingen, the holy trinity

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"Later came the summer nights. Sweet, dense Mediterranean nights took over Barcelona, with golden juice flowing from the moon, with the damp odor of sea nymphs combing their watery hair over white shoulders, over the scales of golden tails... On one of those hot nights, hunger, sadness, and the power of my youth brought me to a swoon of feeling, a physical need for tenderness as avid and dusty as scorched earth with a presentiment of the storm."

"'Perhaps the meaning of life for a woman consists solely in being discovered like this, looked at so that she herself feels radiant with light.' Not in looking at, not in listening to the poisons and stupidities of others, but in experiencing fully the joy of her own feelings and sensations, her own despair and happiness. Her own evil or goodness..."

"But not long ago, on that desperate night, which Gloria's talk had recalled for me, I'd seen them again fused into one until they could feel the pounding of each other's blood, loving each other, leaning on each other in the same sorrow. And it was like the end of all hatred, all incomprehension. 'If on that night' -- I thought -- 'the world had ended or one of them had died, their story would have been completely closed and beautiful, like a circle.' That's how it happens in novels, in films, but not in life... I was realizing, for the first time, that everything goes on, turns grey, is ruined in the living. That there is no end to our story until death comes and the body decays..."

Nada, Carmen Laforet

#reblogging because this is one of the best books i've ever read that no one in my life has heard of

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"Forgive me, my dear papa, for having disposed of my existence without your permission. I have avenged many innocent victims, I have prevented many other disasters. The people, one day disillusioned, will rejoice in being delivered from a tyrant. (...) Goodbye, my dear papa, please forget me, or rather rejoice in my fate, the cause is good. I kiss my sister whom I love with all my heart, as well as all my parents. Do not forget this verse by Corneille:      Crime is shame, not the scaffold!      It is tomorrow at eight o'clock that I am judged. This 16 July."

--her last letter to her father, which was never delivered in him. oh she's so cool and divinely ordained and tragic

just read the wikipedia page for charlotte corday... that shit's crazy. should i write a short story about it???? much to think about