Sotto i miei passi
solo il frusciò si sente
di foglie secche.
Nara, Japan, 2 December, 1928
From Anonymous by Robert Flynn Johnson
Emil Filla / Zlaté rybičky u okna
Egon Schiele, Schiele’s Wife with Her Little Nephew (detail), 1915
"I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise. I choose to risk my significance; to live so that which comes to me as seed goes to the next as blossom and that which comes to me as blossom, goes on as fruit."
~ Dawna Markova
— (via seedeeply)
Zapata 1930 - Jose Clemente Orozco
It is difficult to speak of the night.
It is the other time. Not
an absence of day.
But where there are no flowers
to turn away into.
There is only this dark
and the familiar place of my body.
— Jack Gilbert, opening lines to “It is Difficult to Speak of the Night,” Poetry (January 1965)
Musicians play an organ and read lyrics from a book during a Sufi musical session.
Two Cartoons by Haidar
Comics allow us to tell stories in a way that seems especially important given that journalists are not allowed into Australian detention centres, making it impossible to depict, interview or in any way humanize asylum seekers for the Australian public. It is our hope that these short, to-the-point, comic vignettes will provide at least a grain of truth in a dark, rolling sea of misconception.
Prague residents throw burning torches at a Soviet tank during the Prague Spring, 1968
Bosnia (A young woman runs to avoid being shot by a Serb sniper during the siege of the city.)
Despite the war and the fact that she is running for her life, this woman is wearing a wonderful outfit. This represents the spirit of Bosnian women during the war, especially in Sarajevo.
African Migrants Looking for Cell Signal by Moonlight Wins World Press Photo 2013