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thefugitivesaint · 5 days

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Howard Pyle (1853-1911), 'Truth Leaves the Fairies Wonderland', ''Harper's Monthly Magazine'', Dec. 1900 "The Pilgrimage of Truth," by Erik Bögh, translated from the Danish by Jacob Riis Source

#howard pyle #american artists #Erik Bögh #Jacob Riis #harper's magazine #vintage illustration #vintage art #art nouveau #fairy art #fairies

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henk-heijmans · 10 months

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Little Katie from the West 52nd Street Industrial School, New York, ca. 1891 - by Jacob Riis (1849 - 1914), Danish/American

#Jacob Riis

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fishingforwords · 8 months

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only history is set in stone

andy goldsworthy || nico j. genes, magnetic reverie || fossil with geodes || jacob riis || wood from petrified forest national park || dictionary, definition of petrification || jorge luis borges || japanese hotel sign || two types of bismuth crystals

#don't even know what this is but it's cool #been holding onto these for a while #hope they make sense together #web weaving #my weavings #on life #on the past #on history #andy goldsworthy #nico j genes #fossil #jacob riis #petrified forest national park #petrified wood #petrification #jorge luis borges #bismuth

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gacougnol · 10 months

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Jacob Riis (American born Denmark, 1849 - 1914)

Hell's Kitchen Flat

New York 1889

#jacob riis

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seventh-victim · 1 year

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members of the Irish/American Short Tail Gang under a pier in Corlear’s Hook at the end of Jackson Street, Lower East Side, Manhattan in New York city in 1887. (photo: Jacob Riis)

#black and white photography #19th century photography #new york gangs #short tail gang #1887 #jacob riis

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kestarren · 7 months

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Mulberry Street, NYC. "Bandits' Roost", 59½ Mulberry St. Photo by Jacob Riis, 1888.

Street musician & a cop, on Mulberry Street (or Mulberry Bend), NYC, circa 1897. Photo credit: Museum of City of New York, photo by Jacob Riis.

"Celebrating the feast of St. Rocco's in Bandits' Roost, Mulberry Bend, ca 1895, from the Collections of the Museum of the City of New York." Photo by Jacob August Riis.

"Bandits' Roost with St. Rocco's altar in the rear, at the bottom of the alley, ca 1895, from the Collections of the Museum of the City of New York." Photo by Jacob August Riis.

#Mulberry Street #New York City #photography #Jacob Riis #late 1800s

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ginosgarden · 1 year

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Another ocean shot from Riis Beach

#jacob riis #beach #myposts #sunset #ocean

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fuckyeahquotesposts · 11 months

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Look at a stone cutter hammering away at his rock, perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred-and-first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not the last blow that did it, but all that had gone before.

Jacob A. Riis

#quote #quotes #jacob riis #perseverance

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edwardian-girl-next-door · 1 year

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"Eighteen" by edwardian-girl-next-door

photo by Jacob Riis, from How the Other Half Lives (1890).

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eighteen

smashed bottles upside the head

and still not a ragged kiss.

only three hundred people living inside me,

working,

hungering,

shuffling in the

tenements of my ribcage.

--ah what a shame.--

all with pinhole cameras taking pictures

of the words that

never made it out.

tourists of their misery,

of my maternalism.

eighteen

blooming cavities,

raging foreign war with braided black silk.

opium.

that mother bawling sea shanties

hangs her laundry in my arteries.

not a ha'penny to rub together,

poor soul.

this is grief for a life not ended

when i had the chance.

eighteen

pressmen in frock coats

in this aching slum of a body,

god's first and only curse.

exposing

wide-eyed children to publish

for their profit.

tutt, tutt.

and all them women

with the bloody vote.

eighteen.

muddied sex workers

selling broadside bodies

in my esophagus.

low risk, you see.

history is just one damn thing after itself.

can you see this?

eighteen families in one room --

from ash to cradle to ash to grave to ash.

eighteen drunkards

lolling in the doorways of my eyes

when slimy publicans can take no more promises.

can you see this?

can you?

groaning chattel of filthy humanity

when all it took was

gin and a hot bath.

can you?

all I can do is

try to get out of bed

for the next

eighteen years.

increase and multiply.

oh, yes, i see.

eighteen.

#poetry #my words #my poetry #writing #writeblr #creative writing #jacob riis #how the other half lives #old photos #vintage photography #photojournalism

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ganjuhhh · 2 years

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howlin @ the harvest moon

#photographers on tumblr #ganjuhhh #full moon #moonbow #moon rainbow #rainbow #moon worship #moon gazing #harvest moon #Jacob riis

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iscahmckrae · 3 months

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Reading two brilliant books right now—one, imaginative and irreverent historical fiction, and the other, time travel romance. Just wanted to pop in here and share the first paragraph of each... because they're fun:

"So, the thing is, I come from the world we were supposed to have. That means nothing to you, obviously, because you live here, in the crappy world we do have. But it never should've turned out like this. And it's all my fault—well, me and to a lesser extent my father and, yeah, I guess a little bit Penelope." —paragraph one, ALL OUR WRONG TODAYS

"'Force... equals... mass... times... acceleration,' muttered Ada as she wrote in her notebook. Ada pondered that if you drop a hammer on your foot, it hurts more than dropping, say, a sock on your foot. The acceleration, or speeding up, is the same, but the mass, the solid oomph of a thing, is different. Oomph times zoom equals kaboom!" —paragraph one, The Wollstonecraft Detective Agency, No. 1: The CASE of the MISSING MOONSTONE

Okay, okay... I need to share another two bits (not 25¢) from the time travel romance, because, as a writer, they are so delicious...

"Today, in the year 2016, humanity lives in a techno-utopian paradise of abundance, purpose, and wonder.

Except we don't. Of course we don't. We live in a world where, sure, there are iPhones and 3D printers and, I don't know, drone strikes or whatever. But it hardly looks like The Jetsons. Except it should. And it did. Until it didn't. But it would have, if I hadn't done what I did. Or, no, hold on, what I will have done.

I'm sorry, despite receiving the best education available to a citizen Tomorrow, the grammar of this situation is a bit com-plicated.

Maybe the first person is the wrong way to tell this story. Maybe if I take refuge in the third person I'll find some sort of distance or insight or at least peace of mind. It's worth a try."

—then, the next chapter spends the first two paragraphs written in the third person, but then...

"I'm sorry—I can't write like this. It's fake. It's safe.

The third person is comforting because it's in control, which feels really nice when relating events that were often so out of control. It's like a scientist describing a biological sample seen through a micro-scope. But I'm not the microscope. I'm the thing on the slide. And I'm not writing this to make myself comfortable. If I wanted comfort, I'd write fiction.

In fiction, you cohere all these evocative, telling details into a portrait of the world. But in everyday life, you hardly notice any of the little things. You can't. Your brain swoops past it all, especially when it's your own home, a place that feels barely separate from the inside of your mind or the outside of your body."

—I'm sorry..... I can't get over a book stopping and explaining why it is written how it us written! Authors that break the fourth wall! I just...

(reminds me of my favorite autobiography, The Making of an American by Jacob Riis)

And then having the chutzpah to declare itself nonfiction while being soft sci-fi. It just....

And the other..... the historical fiction... It is the adventures of Ada Byron (the world's first computer programmer) and Mary Shelley, nee Godwin (the world's first science fiction author) as teenage girls who form their own detective agency and go adventuring together!

Reading both of these at once is rapturous!

So, yeah........ #book recs !!!

#book reccs #the wollstonecraft detective agency #ada byron #mary shelley #jordan stratford #elan mastai #all our wrong todays #jacob riis #the making of an american #also getting whiffs of #the storytelling of the princess bride book #and the beekeeper's apprentice series #as well as lemony snicket

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dillpower · 7 months

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#beach #house #abandoned #empty spaces #new york #jacob riis #graffiti

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1900scartoons · 8 months

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Turn Again, Whittington, Thrice Lord Mayor, Etc

October 17, 1907

Shouts of "Run again Roosevelt" echo from Popularity on Capitol Hill. Roosevelt himself sits outside town, dressed in medieval clothing, with his cat, Jacob Riis.

The caption reads 'A new version of the Whittington story being enacted in the United States'.

Whittington was three times the mayor of London, and folklore had it that his cat had led him there. Roosevelt was refusing to run for a third term, but Jacob Riis, a close friend, insisted that his policies had to be continued, and urged him to run again.