(via tumblr)
You shall love your crooked neighbour / With your crooked heart.
W.H. Auden, “As I Walked Out One Evening” (via thehypnotistcollector)
FDR creeper status
These Americans = still the best
I wrote about Ricky Williams’ retirement for The Classical (Also John Keats)
(mural by $erge)
ELAINE: Oh, this is the one Vincent told me about. The Pain And The Yearning. (reads from the box) ‘An old woman experiences pain and yearning.’ A hundred and ninety-two minutes?
KRAMER: That’s a lotta yearning, huh?
ELAINE: You know, these movies are great, but they’re just so emotionally exhausting.(via The Comeback)
West High vs Roosevelt, 1925
Logan Park, Northeast Minneapolis
This morning I spent fifteen minutes sitting in my parked car listening to Martin Luther King Jr. speech experts mashed up with jazz music on public radio. The music faded out as the orations crescendoed, and then picked up again in just the right places. Snow flurries blew outside my windshield. My hands trembled inside my gloves.
Old Time Family Baseball: Pitchers and Poets: Townes Van Zandt & Baseball
Ted and I chatted baseball & Townes for the big ol’ blogathon. Read it. Head over there. Donate.
Eric: January 1 marked the fifteen year anniversary of the death of Townes Van Zandt. That’s not a question, but it’s a starting point. What does that have to do with baseball in 2012?
Ted: When I think of Townes Van Zandt, I think of self-destructive genius. There’s a video of him nearer to…
Robert Henri
