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[_tessarecting]

Whats their sign say? Can you read it?

 

[kaochiu]

Whats their sign say? Can you read it?

Pan-American Contingence

 

[bombadil.360]

"among those works burned were the writings of beloved nineteenth-century German Jewish poet Heinrich Heine, who wrote in his 1820–1821 play Almansor the famous admonition, “Dort, wo man Bücher verbrennt, verbrennt man am Ende auch Menschen": "Where they burn books, they will also ultimately burn people."

Prophetic...

 

[billycw]

"among those works burned were the writings of beloved nineteenth-century German Jewish poet Heinrich Heine, who wrote in his 1820–1821 play Almansor the famous admonition, “Dort, wo man Bücher verbrennt, verbrennt man am Ende auch Menschen": "Where they burn books, they will also ultimately burn people."

Prophetic...

Powerful words when the ink was wet, momentous statement with the crusting of age... Thanks for sharing

Pan-American Contingence

Thank you kaochiu, had my 3x glasses out with extra magnifying glass and that's after photoshop sharpening the image to look at that one

 

[billycw]

"Smokestack Lighting"

" The Yardbirds, outside Baghdad House, London, early 1968. "Baghdad House" was a cafe run by two Moroccans and notorious for facilitating the consumption of drugs such as hashish. It was frequented by many rock musicians during the Sixties, including members of the Beatles and Rolling Stones." Photograph: Linda Eastman


The Yardbirds - Smokestack Lighting (Cover) Live 1964
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"It's a Beautiful Day" - Yardbirds & Cecil Taylor at The Fillmore, San Francisco, May 23, 24, 25, 1968. Original poster by artist Lee Conklin

 

[billycw]

Sunshine Superman, lithograph by Martin Sharp, 1967


Donovan - Sunshine Superman
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dqy5YgHcYMs
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Close up of a Martin Sharp signed sunshine superman poster inscribed "I met Donovan in the Baghdad House M Sharp"

 

[billycw]

Man squatting on street smoking a chillum

Man squatting on street smoking a chillum, Benares, India 1970

 

[Betterhaff]

I really wish Eric would play the Zoo…Acoustic.

 

[billycw]

Swallow - Salvador Dali, 1957



The Swallow and the Other Birds

It happened that a Countryman was sowing some hemp seeds in a field where a Swallow and some other birds were hopping about picking up their food.

"Beware of that man," quoth the Swallow.

"Why, what is he doing?" said the others.

"That is hemp seed he is sowing; be careful to pick up every one of the seeds, or else you will repent it."

The birds paid no heed to the Swallow's words, and by and by the hemp grew up and was made into cord, and of the cords nets were made, and many a bird that had despised the Swallow's advice was caught in nets made out of that very hemp.

"What did I tell you?" said the Swallow.

"Destroy the seed of evil, or it will grow up to your ruin"


By the Greek Writer Æsop - from Æsop's Fables (Sixth century B.C.) Jacobs' translation (1894)

A Indigo Bunting, Adult male, singing from a wild hemp plant perch

 

[billycw]

"A Ganja Field" Khandesh, India - 1894

"A Ganja Field" Khandesh, India - 1894 (Photo from the British 'Report of the Indian Hemp Drugs Commission, 1894-1895') Plate 70

 

[billycw]

"The law against marijuana is immoral in principle and unworkable in practice."

-advertisement in the London Times for the July 16, 1967 "Legalise Cannabis" rally in Hyde Park, London

"Legalise Cannabis: The Putting Together of the Heads" Poster by Martin Sharp. Rally in Hyde Park, London 1967

Legalise Cannabis be-in, Hyde Park, London - July 16, 1967

 

[billycw]

Boy/child smoking a pipe (scan of glass negative) 1890's

 

[shithawk420]

nice salvador dali painting.ive got a couple myself.that guy was a nut.his house in spain is crazy,like a funhouse.i want to see it one day.

 

[billycw]

“Soldier take warning” – for the campaign against venereal disease (Salvador Dali, 1942)



Welcome aboard shithawk420, Caca Caca(sorry couldn't resist). Couldn't imagine the dwelling Dali chose to call his home... Exceptional human beings often stand out in a crowd

 

[billycw]

"Farm interior"

Farm interior - by David Rijckaert (III) - 1647

 

[billycw]

I'll be taking my pipe in the library, thank you garson

GARSON (waiter). A Turkish coffee-boy in Selanik/Saloniki (nothern Greece) Late 1800's

 

[billycw]

"Two men in shade smoking hookah"

Iran, men smoking hookah in Eşfahān province, Between 1934 and 1969

 

[billycw]

Humphrey Bogart and his Great Dane

 

[billycw]

Viejos comiendo sopa (Two Old Men Eating Soup), by Francisco Goya 1819-1823


Hemp Seed for the Soul: A Christmas Eve Classic

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
All the creatures were stirring, especially the Ghost...

On this giant spinning sphere we all celebrate in our own way. Traditions passed down from centuries of tales and beliefs. Some of those traditions predate our understanding of our own beliefs...

In ancient Silesia and Lithuania (now area's that encompass parts of the Czech Republic, Poland, and Germany) Saturnalia (a week long pagan festival) would bring all the towns people together for holiday celebrations much like present day, with a little twist of course...

December 25 would mark the last day of the celebrations to live it up in the holiday, but Christmas Eve(December 24) was for the dead...

The Silesians and Lithuanian's believed that on December 24, the souls of their dead family members would come back to the house to visit.

Making a large feast, one dish was made just for the visiting souls to savor....

Hemp Seed Soup...

Siemieniatka / kanapiø koðë or semianka aka Silesia/Lithuanian Hemp Seed Soup


Siemieniatka, kanapiø koðë or semianka is a ancient recipe for the gathered souls. This hemp seed soup would entice the visiting souls to savor the offering allowing them to stay that much longer...

Semianka aka Hemp seed soup was traditionally prepared by putting whole hemp seeds in water and simmering them until they start to burst. They were then drained and crushed, a process which produced a sap-like, milky substance. This “hemp milk” was then used in combination with cow’s milk, with the addition of sugar, salt, butter and flour, and then simmered some more until it turned into a rich, creamy and thick, soupy porridge.

For all those wanting a little soup for your soul's, here you go...


Siemieniatka / kanapiø koðë or semianka aka Silesia/Lithuanian Hemp Seed Soup Recipe-


Ingredients:

6 oz. raw, shelled, whole hemp seeds
12 oz. water
or
8 oz. prepared hemp milk (optional alternative to the above two ingredients, if you do not want to make your own hemp milk)

12 oz. whole cow’s milk
4 tbsp. all-purpose flour
4 tbsp. salted butter
6 tbsp. granulated white cane sugar

Directions:

(If you would like to try the original ancient recipe, start with putting whole hemp seeds in water and simmering them until they start to burst. Then drain and crush (like making mashed potato's), a process which produces a sap-like, milky substance. Then move on to #2)

or

1. If you are using the more traditional method, making your own hemp milk from scratch, place the whole hemp seeds (but buy them already shelled – we aren’t going to go through all the intense labor our Lithuanian ancestors did, okay?) in a blender along with the water, and pulverize into a combined liquid.

2. Then place the hemp milk in a saucepan and simmer it until it reduces down to about 8 ounces of a more thick and creamy milky substance.
2a. If you are using already prepared (store bought) hemp milk, it will also need to be reduced and thickened, the same as you would do in step one for homemade hemp milk.

3. Now combine the hemp and cow’s milk in a deep saucepan over medium-high flame.

4. Add and stir in the flour, butter and sugar.

5. Bring the mixture to a vigorous boil, then reduce flame to just a lively simmer and cook, stirring often, until a rich, thick, creamy consistency is achieved – a texture that is just a tad on the soupy side of a porridge.

6. Serve your Siemieniatka kanapiø koðë while nice and hot.



You see, even in Death,

Hemp brings us together....

Men eating bread and soup in a breadline during the Great Depression

 

[billycw]

A Visit from St. Nicholas


'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

By Clement Clarke Moore

First printed Dec. 23, 1823