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georgetakei:

If it fits, I sits.
Source: po.st/AwwwwPets

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georgetakei:

If it fits, I sits.

Source: po.st/AwwwwPets

paging: theatre people

nevver:

Autumn from above, Kacper Kowalski

Bread and Roses by Bronwen Lewis from the album: Pride Soundtrack

As we come marching, marching in the beauty of the day, 

A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray

,Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses,

For the people hear us singing: “Bread and roses! Bread and roses!”

As we come marching, marching, we battle too for men,

For they are women’s children, and we mother them again.

Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes;

Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses!

As we come marching, marching, unnumbered women dead

Go crying through our singing their ancient cry for bread.

Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew.

Yes, it is bread we fight for — but we fight for roses, too!

As we come marching, marching, we bring the greater days.

The rising of the women means the rising of the race.

No more the drudge and idler — ten that toil where one reposes,

But a sharing of life’s glories: Bread and roses! Bread and roses!

This song is featured in the wonderful movie, “Pride”, which I got to see yesterday. I’ve featured the full text of the poem above. 

Something I appreciate about well-done art is that it leads you in a thousand new directions. For example, to this song. I spent about twenty minutes today falling into a rabbit hole learning about this song and its associations with the Labor movement and the Lawrence Textile Strike.

Sometimes there are little patterns in life, and the movie struck me since I had watched general auditions earlier in the week and someone had used a speech from Tony Kushner’s “A Bright Room Called Day:” 

Pick any era in history, Agnes.
What is really beautiful about that era?
The way the rich lived?
No.
The way the poor lived?
No.
The dreams of the Left
are always beautiful.
The imagining of a better world
the damnation of the present one.
This faith,
this luminescent anger,
these alone
are worthy of being called human.
These are the Beautiful
that an age produces.
As an artist I am struck to the heart
by these dreams. These visions.
We progress. But at great cost.
How can anyone stand to live
without understanding that much?

And I’m having a moment right now, realizing something larger about labor, human rights, and the world through the lens of these two things. And I just wanted to document that. It’s a good thing. 

nevver:

Dark Matter, Marsi van de Heuvel

tastefullyoffensive:

Stick ‘em up! [video]

dead.

tastefullyoffensive:

Stick ‘em up! [video]

dead.

decoarchitecture:

ANZAC War Memorial, Sydney, Australia from the State Library of New South Wales
Stunning 1937 portrait of the memorial in Hyde Park, with reflection. 

decoarchitecture:

ANZAC War Memorial, Sydney, Australia
from the State Library of New South Wales

Stunning 1937 portrait of the memorial in Hyde Park, with reflection. 

basedpidgeot:

stop enforcing the idea that u need 2 be in a relationship 2 be happy sometimes u just need more cereal

escapekit:

Everyday Scenes

France-based freelancer Julien Douvier has created beautiful cinemagraph capturing everyday life. 

cleffairie:

i feel like once you were emo in middle school youre low key emo for the rest of your life, like you could be 20 in the middle of college wearing uggs or whatever but once you hear the first key to the black parade/i write sins/sugar we’re going down you sprout an imaginary fringe and start yelling your lungs out like its 2007 all over again

supportrealart:

Truisms (1984) by Jenny Holzer

supportrealart:

Truisms (1984) by Jenny Holzer

nevver:

Window seat, Jim Darling

oh. oh. feelings.

nevver:

T.S. Eliot  (Happy Birthday)

nevver:

T.S. Eliot (Happy Birthday)