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Word of the Day is ‘ingordigiousness’ (18th century): extreme greed at the expense of principles.

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...to talk not only about survival but about the art of survival under erasure. What does thriving mean? What does eros mean within the context of having to practice survivance? open.spotify.com/episode/6I9Z...

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Louise Glück, Timor Mortis

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少し気が早いですが、桜が散り始めた高松の池です。池の淵が桜色に染まっています☺️。 @botanical.bsky.social @bskyphotos.bsky.social #ブルスコ写真部　#青空写真部 #サクラ　#高松の池

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Morning Bluesky. More than a thousand artists - including Kate Bush, Radiohead, Bastille and others - today release a silent album in protest at UK government proposals which will make it easy for AI companies to ignore copyright when it comes to data mining.

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Train station entry for the catalogue of wingtips

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The first 6h58 blue for the catalogue of twilights

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A morning of rereading favorites. "...the way love finds us in our bodies when we're lost" Jan Zwicky

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Brilliant but devastating editorial in the Financial Times. “In the past 10 days, he [Trump] has all but incinerated 80 years of postwar American leadership. If you are not at the table, you are on the menu. America has turned.”

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rainy rainy today: newspapers folded, news sites closed, emails sent to senators, notes written; now for tea, for edits and pages, for books, for thinking of interesting people doing interesting things

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Jacob Lawrence, The migration gained in momentum, 1940-41 https://botfrens.com/collections/14377/contents/1134658

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At 4 a.m. our Republican colleagues voted against Warren/Kelly/King amendments that would have stopped further tax cuts for people making over $10 million; then $100 million; and then $500 million. No it isn’t a dream. 😴 They just did it.

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Acacia Carpenter Moth (Xyleutes eucalypti), Tiffany McNab.

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"One morning after a beautiful fall of snow, I wrote a letter to an acquaintance, but I omitted to mention the snow. I was delighted when she responded, 'Do you expect me to pay any attention to the words of someone so perverse that he fails to enquire how I find this snowy landscape?'"

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Today's entry, from yesterday's walk, for the catalogue of twilights

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Coffee, news, palate cleanser, sharpened pencils, quiet house, schemes and work and words

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This is a place where a door might be here where I am standing in the light outside all the walls there would be a shadow here all day long & a door into it where now there is me & somebody would come & knock on this air long after I have gone & there in front of me a life would open W. S. Merwin

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Reading Eavan Boland's poem cycle "A woman without a country". Careful questioning in each line.

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[...] It made him see how much Of what he saw he never saw at all. - Wallace Stevens

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Extremely ocean-pretending and soft, quiet from the train

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“This is nice behaviour, that I write to you again and again, and you pay no attention to me.” This almost 4,000-year-old Babylonian letter in clay is proof that we have been finding ways to say “per my last email” for some time

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Posting dog photos, landscapes, poems, anything to push back at the onslaught of terrible, terrifying news. Not to ignore it but to keep the window open for fresh air, for light.

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Yesterday, tiny terrier contemplates his own looming shadow.

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Alice Oswald, Falling Awake

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we really need to put up a monument to the person who wrote the I Never Thought Leopards Would Eat My Face tweet

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Yesterday's book acquisitions, most from a list I've been keeping from books noted by readers here (and I'm on a Meredith McKinney jag 本当に楽しみ)

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Worrye not about 'being productive,' for thou art not a product. Thou art a star daunsinge yn a hopeful skye. A signal blinking across centuryes and worldes. Thou art a song performid just once and perfectlye.

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From the long poem "Table of unit values" from Mark McMorris's The Book of Landings...an incredible collection that engages and wrestles (softly, deftly) with language. I love love the line, "To diagram the physical weight of things"

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“The poem: a prolonged hesitation between sound and sense.” - Paul Valery

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Tiny break for the eyes

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Sigh. Keeping an eye on the sad sad menchildren and their busy, brittle delusions is tiring. The world is so full of smarter, more interesting people doing wonderful, thoughtful, creative, important work. And who deserve our time and consideration.

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Such a fine collection of poetry, such a fine translation.

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My small living room table, a gift from a friend and well over a hundred years old, fell apart in the night. The wood of the three-footed base just broke in half and the tabletop crashed onto the chairs, which caught it, perfectly.

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Adrienne Rich's Transcendental Étude might be a daily read this year

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Morning twilight-gazing, the blue, the silhouette of the neighbor's barn, the stretch of the winterbare elderberry

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..The woman who sits watching, listening / eyes moving in the darkness / is rehearsing in her body, hearing-out in her blood / a score touched off in her perhaps / by some words, a few chords, from the stage: / a tale only she can tell." Adrienne Rich, Trancendental Étude, 1977

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"The longer I live the more I mistrust / theatricality, the false glamor cast / by performance, the more I know it's poverty beside / the truths we are salvaging from / the splitting-open of our lives...

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