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  1. @Reader1810 I uploaded the "Summer" image from the 1922 Famous-Barr mailers. I'm still looking for spring and winter


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    2. Reader1810



      I know this is not what you’re looking for, but I found this 1800s trading card in my search, and I like it. :D 

    3. Lyssa


      Beautiful! :D :-D :D

    4. Parker Owens

      Parker Owens

      That’s magnificent. 

  2. Happy Autumn from Famous-Barr!

    (This is part of their 1922 quarterly mailer; I now have two of the four :)



    1. Reader1810


      The wow emoji is for where my thoughts led me: 

      Sandro Botticelli’s Birth of Venus

      Perhaps, it’s her swirling hair that has me seeing the other image? 🤔

      Regardless, it’s quite compelling to look at. 

      I like it. :thumbup:


    2. Parker Owens

      Parker Owens

      Awesome! It definitely brings its era to life. 

    3. dughlas


      Now if just there was a story to accompany the image ... I know, I know, not asking for much.

  3. Not only was Blind Boy Fuller one of the greatest blues guitarists of all time -- in the recording, in addition to the treble and bass music, all the percussion sounds you hear are made my Fuller striking the body of his guitar -- but in 1940 he laid down the first 100% Rock and Roll song. Enjoy Step It Up and Go.


    1. Zombie


      Why is this guy just a footnote in music history?

      He’s not even mentioned on the utterly commercial give-us-yer-money “Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame” website, yet they happily list the likes of Mick Jagger who (along with every other rock and roll star) has this guy and others to thank for a whole lifetime career - which, to be fair, Jagger has freely acknowledged. Yet the so-called RARHOF just ignores Fuller. Shame on them.


    2. AC Benus

      AC Benus

      @Zombie ...well, you think race has anything to do with it...? For a long time even Chuck Berry was shunned in favor of Rock "pioneers" like Elvis and Jerry Lee Lewis. 

      As for Fuller's recordings, they are all very interesting. If there is such a thing as Randy Newman fans out there anymore (hehehe...), then they'd be surprised to learn his style is a total ripoff of Blind Boy Fuller. This song will show that :)


      "What's that smell like fish (mamma)?" 1938


    3. Zombie


      @AC Benus “you think race has anything to do with it...?

      Not in the UK - the “Northern Soul” movement that began in the 60s was always a celebration of black US music and is just one (significant) example. It was a badge of honour to discover the most obscure black musicians no-one else knew about, eschewing the likes of “white” friendly Motown. Another example would, of course, be the BBC - so for the likes of John Peel on his radio show the more obscure the better! :) 
      For “ordinary Jo” folks it’s simply a matter of ignorance, especially in the current world of pop “celebrity” :(  




  4. 1972 Pride Poster :)


    1. Parker Owens

      Parker Owens

      Way better than Alka Seltzer’s ad with the same slogan...

  5. Franco Mezzena and Symphonia Perusina perform the 3rd movement from Viotti's violin concerto No. 28 in a-minor

    17:20 III. Allegretto vivo

  6. Bohuslav Matoušek and Petr Adamec perform Dvorak's Romance for Piano and Violin, Op. 11


  7. Gene Austin performing "Lonesome Road"


    1. ancientrichard


      I loved the old clockwork gramophone. My grandfather used to have one.

  8. Toby and Redburn's love theme


  9. ...a tear-jerker this... Nick Drake performs Saturday Sun while his sister records at their family home



    “Love is a buoy that floats; that can lift

    Deepest thoughts from the bottom of despair –

    Love is the anchor stopping boats adrift

    From letting their keels wander unaware…”




    1. Lyssa


      Wonderful! :-)


    "So, to this sudden and gloomy surmising of outsiders, an author goes with a headache to sit at his desk. The blank page tortures and seems fit only for the critic's words of displeasure. And nowhere is the thought that minds one hundred-fifty years from now – neigh, fifteen-hundred-fifty years from now – will praise what he considers his best work. With a writer his only errant hope remains that the pen within his grasp will somehow prove the initiative to enter the great universal truth as an equal on the day his coffin is interred with the soil that bore his paltry body here on earth."

    Herman Melville



    I’m pleased to announce my book Summer 2020 – Hell in a Handbasket, A Poetry Collection is in review for this year’s Pulitzer Prize in Poetry. I hope you wish me the best of luck.   


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    2. Valkyrie


      Wow!  What an incredible honor!  Best of luck! Congratulations :) 

    3. Drew Payne

      Drew Payne

      Wow! That's wonderful!

    4. Ron


      Good luck, AC.

  13. "You may be sorry, but I'm not." Seventy-eight-year-old contestant gets the best of Groucho Marx in this clip. One of the funniest things I've seen...



    I started on foot at three in the morning,

    fully intending to be back by eight o’clock;

    but I lose myself in the lanes; I forget myself

    on the banks of the river; I run after butterflies;

    and I get home at midday in a state

    of torrefaction impossible to describe. […]


    To throw yourself into the lap of mother nature:

    to take her really for mother and sister;

    stoically and religiously to cut off from your life

    what is mere gratified vanity; obstinately

    to resist the proud and the wicked; to make

    yourself humble with the unfortunate, to weep

    with the misery of the poor; not desire

    another consolation than chiding the rich;

    to acknowledge no other God than He

    who ordains justice and equality among people;

    to venerate what is good; to severely castigate

    those who are merely strong; to live on little,

    yet give away much in order to reestablish

    a primal equality and resuscitate the life

    of Divine Intuition: such is all the religion

    I shall proclaim from the little corner of my own,

    to an apostles-twelve under the lime trees of my garden.

    George Sand,




    (translator unknown)



    “I started on foot at three in the morning” George Sand (pseudonym for Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin) letter to Madame d’Agoult (July 10th, 1836) The Love of Friends, New York 1997, ps. 98-99  



  15. "While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay
    There are frail forms fainting at the door
    Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
    Oh, hard times, come again no more."



    1. Reader1810


      Wow, Mavis Staples has an amazing voice.

      I need to check out the rest of her repertoire. 

  16. The following was published by a great novelist of her day to help fight the twin oppression LGBT people faced from fascists and thumb-sucking, sex-obsessed psychoanalysts. Her language here seems strikingly modern for today's gender discussions.


    from Women in a Changing Civilization


    [People should] release their richness of variety. We still are greatly ignorant of our own natures. We do not know how much of what we usually describe as ‘feminine characteristics’ are really ‘masculine,’ and how much ‘masculinity’ is common to both sexes. […] We do not even know – though we theorize and penalize with ferocious confidence – whether the ‘normal’ sexual relationship is homo- or bi- or heterosexual.

    Winifred Holtby,




    from Women in a Changing Civilization” Winifred Holtby Not a Passing Phase (London 1989), p. 144 https://archive.org/details/notpassingphaser00lesb/page/144/mode/2up







    1. Drew Payne

      Drew Payne

      I've always said that men and women are more alike than different, we are just socialised to be different. And what is normal? Just because you're in the majority in any society/group doesn't make you "normal".

      And isn’t it a bitch that something said nearly ninety years ago we STILL haven’t learnt from.

  17. ...back to the young pilot killed in WW1, the following poem should be known by heart by every LGBT poet... 


    To a Friend


    Thy voice, as tender as the light

    That shivers low at eve –

    Thy hair, where myriad flashes bright

    Do in and outward weave –

    Thy charms in their diversity

    Half frighten and astonish me.


    Thy hands, that move above the keys

    With eager touch and swift –

    Whereby thy mind, with magic ease

    Doth into music drift –

    They fill me with a strange delight

    That doth defy expression quite.


    Thine eyes, that hold a mirth subdued –

    Like deep pools scattering fire –

    Mine dare not meet them in their mood,

    For fear of my desire,

    Lest thou that secret do descry

    Which evermore I must deny.


    Thy very quiet dignity

    Thy silence, too, I love –

    Nay – thy light word is destiny

    Decreed in spheres above –

    My mind, my heart is bowed to thee,

    And hard it is that I must flee.


    Hard is a world that dare not give

    For every love a place:

    Hard is a power that bids us live

    A life bereft of grace –

    Hard, hard to lose thy figure dear,

    My star and my religion here.

    James Fenimore Cooper, II









    1. AC Benus

      AC Benus

      "Hard is a world that dare not give for every love a place"




    2. Lyssa


      Thank you for sharing this. It is so touching and the quote so true.

    3. Parker Owens

      Parker Owens

      What an amazing poem. Thank you!

  18. Please check it out :)

    For the first week of August, Summer 2020 – Hell in a Handbasket will be available as a free downloadable e-book from Kindle and Amazon. Check out the link, and if you like the book, and/or think the work is important, tell your friends and family to hurry and get their own free copy.

    This offer is available on all international Amazon sites as well; just search “AC Benus” on Amazon.co.UK, .DE, .FR, .JP, etc., etc., etc.







    1. Lyssa


      Awesome! This is an important work and I will check it out. Great work. Muha

    2. BDANR


      @AC Benus

      I downloaded your book. Stirring, your voice is heard loud and clear. Fitting for the times we're in. Congrats on publishing your work :).

    3. AC Benus

      AC Benus

      @BDANRThank you for reading it, and encouraging me :)  I'd be honored and grateful if you give the book 5 stars and repeat your comments above as a review on Amazon. Every little bit helps. Thanks again!




    Now we have parted, and the day

    Brings not the hope of seeing thee

    Now thou hast taken that dark way

    That long I feared one thing I pray:

    Forget me not!


    By daylight and by moonlight grey

    I swear I only think of thee;

    And often stopping by the way

    I say the things I did not say:

    Forget me not!


    Chide, upbraid me if thou wilt,

    I’ll own my failings every one

    Forswear the dreams that we have built --

    I only ask to know my guilt

    Forget me not!


    Thy silence haunts me day by day

    And whispereth that in thy joy

    Of living, I am cast away

    Yet once, O once, to thee I’ll say

    Forget me not!

    James Fenimore Cooper, II






    1. AC Benus

      AC Benus

      Cooper -- the novelist's great grandson -- was a pilot killed in the European conflict, barely 25 years of age. His friends brought out his posthumous volume of poetry in 1918. 

  20. ...a morning thought...


    What's it all about –

    life and death viewed through their muddles,

    with silver streaking each raincloud

    and gasoline rainbows plying city puddles.


    Life and death's the same –

    the be or not to be a-tomb,

    sublime upon a razor's edge,

    balancing free of thoughts concerned, or those of doom.


    Cheers to one and all –

    the proverbial light in dark,

    the good with evil in the scales,

    and merry songs through tempests sounding only stark. 




    1. Lyssa


      Very touching. Thank you for sharing. Muha

    That which we dare invoke to bless;
      Our dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt;
      He, They, One, All; within, without;
    The Power in darkness whom we guess;
    I found Him not in world or sun,
      Or eagle's wing, or insect's eye;
      Nor through the questions men may try,
    The petty cobwebs we have spun:
    If e'er when faith had fall'n asleep,
      I heard a voice `believe no more'
      And heard an ever-breaking shore
    That tumbled in the Godless deep;
    A warmth within the breast would melt
      The freezing reason's colder part,
      And like a man in wrath the heart
    Stood up and answered "I have felt."
    No, like a child in doubt and fear:
      But that blind clamour made me wise;
      Then was I as a child that cries,
    But, crying, knows his father near;
    And what I am beheld again
      What is, and no man understands;
      And out of darkness came the hands
    That reach through nature, moulding men.
  22. Nina Simone, Isn't it a Pity


    1. Lyssa



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