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jrdkirk.bsky.social
a laughing string Whereon mad fingers play Amid a place of stone
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“People change and smile: but the agony abides” Happy Monday from T. S. Eliot!

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Today’s epiphany: every classical music ensemble is basically a cover band

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🔥🔥🔥

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Heaven have mercy on us all—Presbyterians and Pagans alike—for we are all somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending

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Every parent of multiples should be given one of these

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One of my annual traditions is to share this video of my friend Patrick Wynne singing A Elbereth Githoniel to a Christmas Carol tune #tolkien #elvish

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Ever wondered why walking around museums is weirdly tiring? At normal speed our legs act like pendulums, swinging forward from the hip & saving us a huge amount of energy. In "museum shuffle" our muscles must do ALL the work of constant readjustment. So cake in the cafe is scientifically justified 🥳

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@goodwilllibrarian.bsky.social

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Wicked: gutting, compelling story with terrible songs and discordant singing. 3 stars, because I’m buzzed and feeling generous

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Who could be grudge the bailiff his zealous attempt to take the hound for a messenger of supernatural powers, for who among us has not felt blessed when visited by the spontaneous affections of a dog? -Luis Felipe Fabre, Recital of the Dark Verses (trans. Heather Cleary)

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“Let it not be said that the Devil offered thee no words of caution in the night, if only to correct the silence of God.” Louis Felipe Fabre, Recital of the Dark Verses

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(Finally) escaping twitter reminds me of this mystic I once read who said that the gates of hell are always open for those who are ready to leave.

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A poem for my last day working at the writing center for the semester (by Joseph Fasano)

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No more the dream that you …will turn to embrace your own humanity which I AM No more the hope that the razored insults which mercury-slide over your tongue will be forgotten and you will learn the words of love Mother Brother Father Sister Friend -Maya Angelou

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