billyjane:

Lotta Crabtree smoking a cigar,1868 [also here]
via John Clark  [from LOC]

billyjane:

Lotta Crabtree smoking a cigar,1868 [also here]

via John Clark  [from LOC]




queering:

billyjane:
I light a cigarette and think of writing them,

And in the cigarette I savor my liberation from all thoughts,I follow the smoke like a lane of my own,For one sensitive, dexterous moment enjoyingThe freedom from all speculationAnd the consciousness that metaphysics comes from feeling out of sorts.Then I fall back in my chairAnd go on smoking.As long as fate permits, I’ll go on smoking.
Fernando Pessoa
lady on the photo is Lotta Crabtree
A true San Francisco character,1868

queering:

billyjane:

I light a cigarette and think of writing them,

And in the cigarette I savor my liberation from all thoughts,
I follow the smoke like a lane of my own,
For one sensitive, dexterous moment enjoying
The freedom from all speculation
And the consciousness that metaphysics comes from feeling out of sorts.

Then I fall back in my chair
And go on smoking.
As long as fate permits, I’ll go on smoking.

Fernando Pessoa

lady on the photo is Lotta Crabtree

A true San Francisco character,1868