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(via Film Noir Photos: Light and Shadow: Monica Vitti)

La Notte (1961)

Ginsberg at Ed Sanders’ Peace Eye Bookstore, East 10th Street between Ave B & Ave C, New York City, June 1966.  According to Bill Morgan, the bookstore became a kind of second office for Allen starting  in 1964, and by the end of  that year  he and Ed Sanders held the first LeMar (Legalize Marijuana) meetings there.  UPI Photo

Ginsberg at Ed Sanders’ Peace Eye Bookstore, East 10th Street between Ave B & Ave C, New York City, June 1966.  According to Bill Morgan, the bookstore became a kind of second office for Allen starting  in 1964, and by the end of  that year  he and Ed Sanders held the first LeMar (Legalize Marijuana) meetings there.  UPI Photo

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Star Wars: behind the scenes

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"An airman shares a joke with his girlfriend as they dance at a dance hall," April 22, 1944

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"An airman shares a joke with his girlfriend as they dance at a dance hall," April 22, 1944

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Franz Kafka died in Klosterneuburg, Lower Austria, Austria, on this day in 1924 (aged 40). His body was brought back to Prague where he was buried on 11 June 1924, in the New Jewish Cemetery in Prague-Žižkov. “I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? …We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.” —from a Letter to Oskar Pollak (27 January 1904)

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Franz Kafka died in Klosterneuburg, Lower Austria, Austria, on this day in 1924 (aged 40). His body was brought back to Prague where he was buried on 11 June 1924, in the New Jewish Cemetery in Prague-Žižkov.

“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? …We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.”
—from a Letter to Oskar Pollak (27 January 1904)