Accordionist, by Hungarian photographer André Kertész

The accordionist is a blind intellectual
carrying an enormous typewriter whose keys
grow wings as the instrument expands into a tall
horizontal hat that collapses with a tubercular wheeze.

My century is a sad one of collapses.
The concertina of the chest, the tubular bells
of the high houses, the flattened ellipses
of our skulls that open like petals.

We are the poppies sprinkled along the field.
We are simple crosses dotted with blood.
Beware the sentiments concealed
in this short rhyme. Be wise. Be good.

— “Accordionist” by Hungarian poet George Szirtes

Bank Manager at the Baths, by Hungarian photographer Karoly Escher

Wedding, Budapest, by Hungarian photographer László Fejes

Lost Cloud, by Hungarian photographer André Kertész

“What I felt when making this picture was a feeling of solitude - the cloud didn’t know which way to go.” (Kertész’s commentary on the photograph, seen as a visual demonstration of his loneliness upon moving from Europe to New York)

Elizabeth and I, by Hungarian photographer André Kertész

sovietpostcards:

“Artek” pioneer camp, 1958. Pioneers.

fuckyeahmarxismleninism:

Vladimir Lenin, Nadezhda Krupskaya and Tibor Szamuely (second from left) on Moscow’s Red Square during parade of Vsevobuch (Universal Military Training) units. May 25, 1919

(via backtotheussr)

golden-zephyr:

I am a Roma Woman;

Many young Roma today grow up without ever learning about their history or who they really are. Many successful Roma hide from their true identity. They hide just like I did. Deeply rooted stereotypes in our society made us feel like second-class citizens; like we are not part of society and that we only belong in ghettos and mahalas.

galeriakrakow:

Kraków

Open Sky Gallery

(via tovaritching)

positivejam:

Prometheus stealing fire from the gods and giving it to humans - Pripyat, Ukraine (Chernobyl.)

fuckyeahmarxismleninism:

onehundredbooksofsolitude:

The boy gave me this as a present.

It is by far the best present that I have ever received.

You can read it online here