Tomato-can Tramps
Nineteenth century pioneer hunter from Wyoming. Note the wide whale of the corduroy pant. The very wide whale.
Submitted by the NYRBClassics tumblr, which also points us to this passage in Thoreau’s journal where he purchases said pair of pants.
“Within a week I have had made a pair of corduroy pants, which cost when done $1.60. They are of that peculiar clay-color, reflecting the light from portions of their surface. They have this advantage, that, beside being very strong, they will look about as well three months hence as now,—or as ill, some would say. Most of my friends are disturbed by my wearing them.”
The ammo belt is a ridiculously underused fashion accessory in the modern U.S.
From ‘The Waste Land’
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.- T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
Austrian National Library (Österreichische Nationalbibliothek)
“The Fortune Teller,” undated.
Deep…
Later all he would remember was the sound of his clavicle breaking under a heeled boot.
The voice of reason is often unwelcome.
(via turner-d-century)
TRI MARTOLOD (English words) — Jim Jarratt
