#Tropic Of Cancer

[20th-century-man]

Ellen Burstyn / Joseph Strick's Tropic of Cancer (1970)

[actressplaygroundxxx]

Ellen Burstyn (38) in Tropic of Cancer (1970)

[thirdity]

I am a free man ― and I need my freedom. I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company. What do you want of me? When I have something to say, I put it in print. When I have something to give, I give it.

Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

[diana-andraste]

Henry Miller and Margaret Neiman, Man Ray, 1942

"Do anything, but let it produce joy. Do anything, but let it yield ecstasy."

Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

[dandyleyen]

In my heart, Karkat is Cuban. This is because Cuba is RIGHT under the Tropic of Cancer and also bc I’m projecting and I’m from Cuba too.

Also fun fact, there’s also a Tropic of Capricorn. The equator is like right in the middle of them, and everything between the Tropic of Cancer and the Tropic of Capricorn is what we consider the tropics.

Another fun fact is that though many people consider Florida to be tropical, it is actually subtropical, since it is just outside the tropics. That being said, it’s pretty safe to call Florida tropical when you’re talking about the southernmost part of the state.

ANYWAYS

Karkat (cancer) and Gamzee (Capricorn) w/ the tropics. Funny coincidence !

[killyridols]

tropic of cancer by jordan kerwick, 2019, oil on canvas, in artist's frame, 105 × 80 × 3 centimeters

[oldshowbiz]

1962.

Tropic of Cancer ruled " lurid, dirty, obscene and can be classed as dirt or smut."

[macrolit]

Tropic of Cancer Henry Miller

FYI - this is 1 of 12 vintage paperback classics that comprise our current giveaw@y.

[twicedailyquotes]

Everybody says sex is obscene. The only true obscenity is war.

Henry Miller

Tropic of Cancer

[forever70s]

Rip Torn in "Tropic of Cancer" (1970)

[marejadilla]

“The world is a cancer eating itself away… I am think that when the great silence descends upon all and everywhere music will at last triumph. When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written.” ― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

[mauvais--sang]

"Love and hate, despair, pity, rage, disgust—what are these amidst the fornications of the planets? What is war, disease, cruelty, terror, when night presents the ecstasy of myriad blazing suns? What is this chaff we chew in our sleep if it is not the remembrance of fang-whorl and star cluster?"

— Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer, 1934

[thirdity]

Side by side with the human race there runs another race of beings, the inhuman ones, the race of artists who, goaded by unknown impulses, take the lifeless mass of humanity and by the fever and ferment with which they imbue it turn this soggy dough into bread and the bread into wine and the wine into song.

Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

[earthconsciousness]

[larsbeelzebub]

Tropic of Cancer, a Henry Miller portrait - Ink and acrylic on paper - 2024.