Sit-a-while
on swinging porch
where tin-dippers and
sweet water
in cool touches
meet lips
from hand dug wells.

People in that labor camp were amazing. The most outstanding, remarkable talent: writers, artists, theater and film directors. Impressive, incredible… It is tragic that their names are being forgotten, that history fades away.

Good morning good people,

Lest we forget...

Art above by Marina Levikova: "Yes! I do. I learned art in a “Gulag Camp” city of Inta from an artist who once worked for the Ballet Russes. Aleksander Maleshevsky, a Russian nobleman, graduated from the most prestigious art school in Russia, St. Petersburg Academy of Arts and served at the court of the last Russian Emperor Nicholas II. In 1918, after the Bolshevik Revolution, all aristocrats fled and Maleshevsky immigrated to Paris and worked for the Ballet Russes. At the end of the World War II, the Soviets captured and sentenced him to twenty-five years in Gulag, in the extreme conditions of the Russian North. I grew up there — my father, along with the family, was exiled to “Gulag Camp” city of Inta, a tiny settlement above the Arctic Circle…" ~ https://crossingenres.com/paris-gulag-hollywood-victorious-world-of-art-...

“How unlucky were the people who ended up in those lands — and how lucky were those lands! … As if someone scratched the rolled gold from the whole country: the most educated, talented people sent here. So many of them stayed forever in this frozen soil, often under a pole with a number, or, often, with no mark whatsoever…” The survivors had no right to leave town after serving the term. They worked in education, culture and health. Inta had its own theater, with soloists from Kirov and Bolshoi [major Russian theater companies], and excellent school ~ Memoirs of V.Gorev on growing up in Inta; drawing by N.Miller, an artist in Inta's camp

Stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down

“A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.” ~ Lewis Mumford

Vibes from theses old mountains this morning hoping you've all a wonderful day...

The porch is yours!