asrar-i-khudi
I tell my stories as the reed/ Plucked from its native wild/ Murmurs; oh Rose, listen! I tell/ The grief of hearts exiled
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spaceafrika:

on Flickr.

spaceafrika:

on Flickr.

archivemodernarchitecture:

Housing estate, Warsaw, Poland, 2003. © Nicolas Grospierre
Source

archivemodernarchitecture:

Housing estate, Warsaw, Poland, 2003. © Nicolas Grospierre

Source

archdaily:

Huérfanos 1373 Building by Jaime Larrain, Osvaldo Larrain, Roberto Muller and Jaime Rodríguez (1964) 

archdaily:

Huérfanos 1373 Building by Jaime Larrain, Osvaldo Larrain, Roberto Muller and Jaime Rodríguez (1964) 

fuckyeahbrutalism:

World of Darkness, Exhibition Building for Nocturnal Animals, Bronx Zoo, New York, 1967-69
(Morris Ketchum Jr. and Associates)

fuckyeahbrutalism:

World of Darkness, Exhibition Building for Nocturnal Animals, Bronx Zoo, New York, 1967-69

(Morris Ketchum Jr. and Associates)

I hear that in New York
At the corner of 26th street and Broadway
A man stands every evening during the winter months
And gets beds for the homeless there
By appealing to passers-by.

It won’t change the world
It won’t improve relations among men
It will not shorten the age of exploitation
But a few men have a bed for the night
For a night the wind is kept from them
The snow meant for them falls on the roadway.

Don’t put down the book on reading this, man.

A few people have a bed for the night
For a night the wind is kept from them
The snow meant for them falls on the roadway
But it won’t change the world
It won’t improve relations among men
It will not shorten the age of exploitation.

A Bed for the Night, Bertolt Brecht

Nothing so evil as money ever grew to be current among men. This lays cities low, this drives men from their homes, this trains and warps honest souls till they set themselves to works of shame; this still teaches folk to practise villainies, and to know every godless deed. 

(Antigone, 441 BC)

artchipel:

Serge Najjar aka Serjios


sorryimhuman:

justdorothynodandridge:

Kayden’s first time experiencing rain (x)

I think this is the most magical thing ever.


vul-va:

If I die, survive me with such sheer force
that you waken the furies of the pallid and the cold,
from south to south lift your indelible eyes,
from sun to sun dream through your singing mouth.
I don’t want your laughter or your steps to waver,
I don’t want my heritage of joy to die.
Don’t call up my person. I am absent.
Live in my absence as if in a house.
Absence is a house so vast
that inside you will pass through its walls
and hang pictures on the air
Absence is a house so transparent
that I, lifeless, will see you, living,
and if you suffer, my love, I will die again.

Pablo Neruda

artchipel:

Wanda Koop - Green Room (1994)  

artchipel:

Wanda Koop - Green Room (1994)  

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