Raoul Hausmann - Two nudes. Baltic sea, 1930.
But Slavs at home are no less displaced than Slavs abroad. We are not nomads. We are rooted to one too many places. What’s more: the places in our heads and hearts sometimes fail to recognize the ones on the maps and vice versa. We are the hair on a mother’s head, pulled in different directions by her numerous children. It hurts but, as John Cougar once sang, it hurts so good. The country we call home, the country we used to call home and the country we dream to call home are all very distinct and disparate places. It is the result of a productive schizophrenia: we are in all of them at once, a ravishing sensation but one tempered by the slow, sobering devastation of never being in any one entirely.
To the Polish Front
The Commune strengthens under the hail of bullets. Comrades, we triple our power under arms!
Iron curtain, 1979
Immigrants arrive at Winnipeg Station, 1909
Islands in Sitka Harbor, Alaska (1897)
The Yiddish Theatre, NY (1922)
Moscow Thieves Market 1909 (by Cranewoods.com)
Very cool photo set of Moscow in 1909. Here’s the original description:
A prize snap shot on a sunday morning in the famous Thieves Market, Moscow. I was mobbed by this crowd after taking this picture and had to be rescued by the Soldier-Police
Лодочный базар (Boat Fair)
большая Киевская улица
Pinsk, Пiнск, Пинск