Sagging the jam lid and pirting it up

Molly Crabapple talks about der Jüdischer Arbeiterbund, the topic of her new book “Here Where We Live Is Our Country”. The book chronicles the story of the Jewish Labor Bund, a Jewish revolutionary movement that was “socialist, secular, defiantly Jewish and proudly anti-Zionist”. [video]

Peter Murphy - Bauhaus - looking lovely

Research

fucking trans women - Mira Bellwether

kramer: *barges in* *crowd cheering* jerry! caesar just made himself dictator perpetuo!

asses to asses, bust to bust

Gordon Mortensen (American b.1938), Fall, 2002, Woodcut print

this came to me in a dream

I. Among twenty snowy mountains,   The only moving thing   Was the eye of the blackbird.   II. I was of three minds,   Like a tree   In which there are three blackbirds.   III. The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.   It was a small part of the pantomime.   IV. A man and a woman   Are one.   A man and a woman and a blackbird   Are one.   V. I do not know which to prefer,   The beauty of inflections   Or the beauty of innuendoes,   The blackbird whistling   Or just after.   VI. Icicles filled the long window   With barbaric glass.   The shadow of the blackbird   Crossed it, to and fro.   The mood   Traced in the shadow   An indecipherable cause.   VII. O thin men of Haddam,   Why do you imagine golden birds?   Do you not see how the blackbird   Walks around the feet   Of the women about you?   VIII. I know noble accents   And lucid, inescapable rhythms;   But I know, too,   That the blackbird is involved   In what I know.   IX. When the blackbird flew out of sight,   It marked the edge   Of one of many circles.   X. At the sight of blackbirds   Flying in a green light,   Even the bawds of euphony   Would cry out sharply.   XI. He rode over Connecticut   In a glass coach.   Once, a fear pierced him,   In that he mistook   The shadow of his equipage   For blackbirds.   XII. The river is moving.   The blackbird must be flying.   XIII. It was evening all afternoon.   It was snowing   And it was going to snow.   The blackbird sat   In the cedar-limbs.