…and faster than a stolen car, we were gone, out of that doom town.


Battle of Wall Street
The spirits of the Zapatistas ride on Wall Street in this artistic interpretation of modern battles being fought against the forces of American greed. Ride on!
Art via bangbangbroccoli
11.17.13 /21:11/ 255

When Björk Met Attenborough. 2013


In a matter of hours on Friday, Typhoon Haiyan completely devastated parts of the central Philippines. It was one of the strongest storms ever recorded. The death toll is estimated up to 10,000 with hundreds of thousands more displaced. The country has declared a “state of calamity.”

I have hurt you, my dear, I have torn your soul. Understand me. Everyone knows who I am, but that “I am” is besides a man for you. In you I waver, fall and rise up burning. You among all beings have the right to see me weak. And your little hand of bread and guitar must touch my breast when it goes off to fight. That’s why I seek in you the firm stone. Harsh hands I sink in your blood seeking your firmness and the depth that I need, and if I find only your metallic laughter, if I find nothing on which to support my harsh steps adored one, accept my sadness and my anger, my enemy hands destroying you a little so that you may rise from the clay refashioned for my struggles.

The Hurt, Pablo Neruda

How dare this man of colour attack these cultural products in which we are bizarrely over-invested?! - China Miéville, Guilty Pleasures: Art and Politics (audio).

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¿Quién escribe tu nombre con letras de humo entre las estrellas del sur?

- Pablo Neruda

When you go through the streets 
no one recognizes you. 
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks 
at the carpet of red gold 
that you tread as you pass, 
the non-existent carpet.

And when you appear all the rivers sound 
in my body, bells 
shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.

- Pablo Neruda
Canvas  by  andbamnan