Bertolt Brecht, from Selected Poems: 1913-1958; “Sentimental Song No. 78,”
Jean Shrimpton photographed by Patrick Lichfield for Vogue UK November 1970
(Scan thanks to Jane Davis)
when you get a masters degree youre allowed to respond to your professors emails with “ok love you”
Hey I’m gonna start a new ask meme: Come into my inbox and tell me what you think my “Type” is
would do this but joke’s on me I have one type and it is alain delon.
Thinking about becoming one of those awful steampunk rappers except that all my songs are about the actual Victorian era so it’s all shit like “they tell me my workers are a bit too young / but I say they’re middle-aged, on account of the black lung”
“I got rhythm, got flow, got plenty of gumption / coughing blood on the street, call that conspicuous consumption”
OP when does your next album drop
children begging for coins.
I met my love under an orange tree
or was it an acacia tree
or was he not my love?…
Bells of San Miguel
ringing in the distance
his hair in the shadows blond-white
alright whoever is controlling my life via Netflix please make it more interesting thank you
Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face – there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes.
Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself.
The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (1982)
S’s Guide to London
⇢ The Victoria and Albert Museum, Knightsbridge – SW7 2RL
Patti Smith, New Year’s Eve 1976/January 1, 1977, CBGB NYC, by Allan Tannenbaum.
“I don’t feel any gender restriction. When I’m performing, it’s a very – for me – transcendent experience. I can’t say I feel like a male or female. Or both. What I feel is not in the human vocabulary.” ~ Patti Smith [x]