"Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world would do this, it would change the earth."
I’m not racist but [throws a dart at a map] lithuanians don’t know shit about [spins a big wheel] creating lasting memories during early childhood?
Leon Kossoff The Adoration of the Kings 1998
Throw away your books, Rally in the streets, 1971 -
Willem de Kooning, Villa Borghese, 1960
"I decided that if I worked at a job I was poor, but if I painted, I just didn’t have any money."
Willem de Kooning, in Republic of Dreams by Ross Wetzsteon (524). (via factsarenothing)
Photo by Frank Horvat (1990.)
Water by Robert Lowell
It was a Maine lobster town—
each morning boatloads of hands
pushed off for granite
quarries on the islands,
and left dozens of bleak
white frame houses stuck
like oyster shells
on a hill of rock,
and below us, the sea lapped
the raw little match-stick
mazes of a weir,
where the fish for bait were trapped.
Remember? We sat on a slab of rock.
From this distance in time
it seems the color
of iris, rotting and turning purpler,
but it was only
the usual gray rock
turning the usual green
when drenched by the sea.
The sea drenched the rock
at our feet all day,
and kept tearing away
flake after flake.
One night you dreamed
you were a mermaid clinging to a wharf-pile,
and trying to pull
off the barnacles with your hands.
We wished our two souls
might return like gulls
to the rock. In the end,
the water was too cold for us.
Shūji Terayama, Throw Away Your Books, Rally in the Streets (書を捨てよ町へ出よう Sho o Suteyo Machi e Deyō), 1971.