I do all my Tumbling over here now: http://occupiedterritories.tumblr.com/.

bohemea:

Christina Hendricks

disturbthebookmites:

American War Effort Poster, World War I, Yiddish. “Food will win the war - You came here seeking freedom, now you must help to preserve it - Wheat is needed for the allies - waste nothing.”

transparentrelations:

tim robbins juggalo camp

I know what planking is, but still, I’m so confused…

"My aim is to be understood by everyone. I reject the ‘depth’ that people demand nowadays, into which you can never descend without a diving bell crammed with cabbalistic bullshit and intellectual metaphysics. This expressionistic anarchy has got to stop… A day will come when the artist will no longer be this bohemian, puffed-up anarchist but a healthy man working in clarity within a collectivist society."

George Grosz

"My drawings expressed my despair, hate and disillusionment. I drew drunkards; puking men; men with clenched fists cursing at the moon… . I drew a man, face filled with fright, washing blood from his hands… . I drew lonely little men fleeing madly through empty streets. I drew a cross-section of tenement house: through one window could be seen a man attacking his wife; through another, two people making love; from a third hung a suicide with body covered by swarming flies. I drew soldiers without noses; war cripples with crustacean-like steel arms; two medical soldiers putting a violent infantryman into a strait-jacket made of a horse blanket… I drew a skeleton dressed as a recruit being examined for military duty. I also wrote poetry."

George Grosz

"When I was young, the idea of an orgy was tremendously exciting. Charlie Chaplin once organized one in Hollywood for me and two Spanish friends, but when the three ravishing young women arrived from Pasadena, they immediately got into a tremendous argument over which one was going to get Chaplin, and in the end all three left in a huff."

Luis Bunuel.

excerpted from his brilliant memoir, MY LAST SIGH. 

sometimes, it seems, the Little Tramp lived up to his name.

If you ever wanted to see what passion looks like, watch this.

"Poetry is not what words say but what is said between them, that which appears fleetingly in pauses and silences."

Octavio Paz (via ahuntersheart)

nictate:

Chantal Joffe’s painting Kelsey. More on the artist.