even though i barely exist, there’s this.
miguel piñero and sandra maria esteves of the nuyorican literary movement on the train in new york, 1977. photographed by bolivar arellano.
Somewhere along the way, I decided I had to be an artist or die.
Frank Bidart
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i want you to know that it is not always easy to love me. that sometimes my chest is a field full of landmines, and where you went last night, you can’t go tomorrow. there is no manual, there is no road map, no help line you can call; my body does not come with instructions, and sometimes even i don’t know what to do with it.
this cannot be easy. but still, you touch me anyway.
ivan. e. coyote
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a great day in harlem - art kane, 1958 a great day in harlem (survivors) - gordon parks, 1996
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assata shakur is welcome here.
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by lucien clergue
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i stressed the love situation and i still think i was right. because its very disturbing to speak about love. people think that either you are a little bit ethereal or that you are not aware that there are struggles and hate and violence in the world and so on. or that you are a little bit religious or something like that. love has become the modern obscenity, it’s more obscene than sex, you can talk about sex and violence and that’s OK; everybody knows that exists, but love is too strange.
julia kristeva | ‘julia kristeva in conversation with rosalind Coward’ in the portable kristeva
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marvin gaye, california 1976, annie leibovitz, from rolling stone magazine, 1977
blues for almost forgotten music
by roxane beth johnson i am so often alone these days with echoes of these old songs
and my ghosted lovers.
i am so often alone that i can almost hear it, can almost feel
the half-touch of others,
can almost taste the licked clean spine of the melody i’ve lost.
i remember the records rubbed with static and the needle
gathering dust.
i remember the taste of a mouth so sudden and still cold from
wintry gusts.
it seemed incredible then — a favorite song, a love found.
it wasn't, after all.
days later, while vacuuming, the lyrics come without thinking.
days later, i think i see my old lover in a café but don’t,
how pleasing
it was to think it was him, to finally sing that song.
the 1972 gay pride declaration was distributed at the sold out henry street rhinestone review production at the marvin theatreon, tuesday may 2, 1972.