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…not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour…–for the lack of it.

James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room (via theclassicsreader)

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Anyone who has ever struggled with poverty knows how extremely expensive it is to be poor.

James Baldwin, Nobody Knows My Name (via quotespile)

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The bottom line is this: You write in order to change the world, knowing perfectly well that you probably can’t, but also knowing that literature is indispensable to the world. The world changes according to the way people see it, and if you alter, even by a millimeter, the way people look at reality, then you can change it…If there is no moral question, there is no reason to write. I’m an old-fashioned writer and, despite the odds, I want to change the world

James Baldwin (via afrohijab)

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The left hand of Miles Davis, New York, 1986 by Irving Penn

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12 hands of Miles Davis and his trumpet, New York, 1986

Irving Penn

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Whatever you describe to another person is also a revelation of who you are and who you think you are. You cannot describe anything without betraying your point of view, your aspirations, your fears, your hopes. Everything.

James Baldwin, Notes of a Native Son

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James Baldwin at home in Neuilly, 1970. Photos by Guy Le Querrec.

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James Baldwin writes about suffering in the healing process, stating: “I do not mean to be sentimental about suffering—but people who cannot suffer can never grow up, can never discover who they are.” Growing up is, at heart, the process of learning to take responsibility for whatever happens in your life. To choose growth is to embrace a love that heals.

Bell Hooks, All About Love: New Visions (via deadpoetsmusings)

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young baldwin and young als

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The Color of Humanity in Sally Mann’s South

“We’re in Virginia, where the photographer Sally Mann was born, in 1951, and where she still lives, making work so rooted in place that it is inseparable from history, from lore, and from the effects of slavery. Like Janus, she looks forward as she looks back, at all those bodies that made her and her place in Virginia, and into the landscape, filled with rutted earth, big or low clouds, storybook fantastic vegetation, and the Southern light that reminds so many of photography itself—dark, as Joan Didion wrote, and glowing “with a morbid luminescence.” That entire vision is a part of Mann’s photographs, as she asks in these images of family members, roads, rivers, churches, and the effects of blackness on whiteness and whiteness on itself: Abide with me. And it all does—voices, sounds, the invisible things that Mann’s haunted and haunting photographs allow us to see.” 

—Hilton Als

Read more here. 

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Soviet Union keeping the world from destruction Soviet Union c. 1980s

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Hey maybe people should actually just get free treatment to begin with? 🤔🤔

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This mayday remember, friends don’t let friends get arrested. Take ‘em back.

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John Garth, Ironworkers

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Happy Labor Day! The labor movement reminds us that personal property is not private property. You deserve the fruits of your labor more than any corporation ever will.

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From Kasia Babis.