#langstone

[lucidloving]

Girlpool—Before the World Was Big // memorial bench quoting Toni Morrison's Sula // @inanotherunivrse // Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You // Zadie Smith, Swing Time // Fall Out Boy—The Kids Aren't Alright // Audrey Emmett // Mikko Harvey, "For M" // Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi) // Langston Hughes, "Poem"

[poetrysmackdown]

[creativespark]

The film "Looking for Langston" (1989) by Isaac Julien (re)imagines Langston Hughes' gay exploits. The poet's ghost haunts a 1920s speakeasy/gay bar alongside the spectre of James Baldwin, the voices of Toni Morrison and Stuart Hall, recreations of photos by George Platt Lynes, and queer icons of the Harlem Renaissance, while twink angels-and the shadow of the AIDS crisis-watch over it all.

[linkvcr]

grieving

[flowerytale]

Langston Hughes, from "Tired", The Collected Works of Langston Hughes: 1921-1940

[fras-redacted-shapes]

there's exactly one (1) hair tie left in the Oldest House after five years in lockdown

version from 2021 under the cut :D

[alwaysbewoke]

Jean-Baptiste Pointe DuSable was born in Saint-Domingue, Haiti (French colony) during the Haitian Revolution. At some point he settled in the part of North America that is now known as the city of Chicago and was described in historical documents as "a handsome negro" He married a Native American woman, Kitiwaha, and they had two children. In 1779, during the American Revolutionary War, he was arrested by the British on suspicion of being an American Patriot sympathizer. In the early 1780s he worked for the British lieutenant-governor of Michilimackinac on an estate at what is now the city of St. Clair, Michigan north of Detroit. In the late 1700's, Jean-Baptiste was the first person to establish an extensive and prosperous trading settlement in what would become the city of Chicago. Historic documents confirm that his property was right at the mouth of the Chicago River. Many people, however, believe that John Kinzie (a white trader) and his family were the first to settle in the area that is now known as Chicago, and it is true that the Kinzie family were Chicago's first "permanent" European settlers. But the truth is that the Kinzie family purchased their property from a French trader who had purchased it from Jean-Baptiste. He died in August 1818, and because he was a Black man, many people tried to white wash the story of Chicago's founding. But in 1912, after the Great Migration, a plaque commemorating Jean-Baptiste appeared in downtown Chicago on the site of his former home. Later in 1913, a white historian named Dr. Milo Milton Quaife also recognized Jean-Baptiste as the founder of Chicago. And as the years went by, more and more Black notables such as Carter G. Woodson and Langston Hughes began to include Jean-Baptiste in their writings as "the brownskin pioneer who founded the Windy City." In 2009, a bronze bust of Jean-Baptiste was designed and placed in Pioneer Square in Chicago along the Magnificent Mile. There is also a popular museum in Chicago named after him called the DuSable Museum of African American History.

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[liriostigre]

Langston Hughes, “Litany.” Selected poems of Langston Hughes

[metamorphesque]

Poem, Langston Hughes

[dubmill]

Llanwern Church, Newport, Monmouthshire; 30.6.2024

[pixelnrd]

Jacob booked a romantic weekend getaway for him and Jasmine down in Brindleton Bay. Jasmine was blown away by the beautiful little seaside cottage, and the quaint town in the early fall. The pair while away their day down on the beach, splashing in the water and playing in the sand. They strolled together around the quiet, peaceful seaside and soaked in the solitude and space. It was all too perfect.

The holiday was so perfect, in fact, that Jasmine had sneaking suspicion that maybe Jacob would be asking her something that weekend... perhaps the next day.

But as they readied themselves for bed in the cottage that night, Jacbo became overly frustrated with the murphy bed setup, and tragedy struck.

[apoemaday]

Life Is Fine

by Langston Hughes

I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered! I came up twice and cried! If that water hadn't a-been so cold I might've sunk and died. But it was Cold in that water! It was cold! I took the elevator Sixteen floors above the ground. I thought about my baby And thought I would jump down. I stood there and I hollered! I stood there and I cried! If it hadn't a-been so high I might've jumped and died. But it was High up there! It was high! So since I'm still here livin', I guess I will live on. I could've died for love -- But for livin' I was born Though you may hear me holler, And you may see me cry -- I'll be dogged, sweet baby, If you gonna see me die. Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine! 

[poetrysmackdown]

[creativespark]

The film "Looking for Langston" (1989) by Isaac Julien (re)imagines Langston Hughes' gay exploits. The poet's ghost haunts a 1920s speakeasy/gay bar alongside the spectre of James Baldwin, the voices of Toni Morrison and Stuart Hall, recreations of photos by George Platt Lynes, and queer icons of the Harlem Renaissance, while twink angels-and the shadow of the AIDS crisis-watch over it all.

[maomango-doodle]

Reclaiming identity, rewriting duty

a comic for Chrome's birthday

[ancientannoyance]

happy new year the grief is never-ending but the good news is so is the love (x)