Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Writing

The men sit or stand in the streets, on trucks, or in the open doors of the saloons smoking black clay pipes, talking and gesticulating as if forever on the point of coming to blows.  Near a particularly boisterous group, a really pretty girl with a string of amber beads twisted artlessly in the knot of her raven hair has been bargaining long and earnestly with an old granny
By: Jacob A. Riis, How the Other Half Lives 
Lyrics (on side) by: Joanna Newsom, Monkey and Bear

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