tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687687708500737302024-03-10T20:22:49.014-07:00secretfragileskies…fixed like a galaxy and memorized in her secret and fragile skies. Leonard Cohensecretfragileskieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04463225545455119563noreply@blogger.comBlogger419125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-768768770850073730.post-3107882995149199962024-01-12T07:52:00.000-08:002024-01-12T07:53:56.702-08:00A ruin is not a catastrophe. It is the moment when things can start again.<p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://gagosian.com/exhibitions/2021/anselm-kiefer-field-of-the-cloth-of-gold/#:~:text=Gagosian%20is%20pleased%20to%20present,Kiefer's%20work%20since%20the%201970s." style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1320" data-original-width="2444" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf65VNFjG0L-m9K1dEoAjVYqjiy_eSPbrovcjz-0N4t_XtiJXNGILnPsDRubG5qbd5pMdhd5avQt6JsiF6kXa7PbdYyqmEPVhPwig6loqADnLNz-Ju2OFfFR7KtEr3g1TnOom-R_NNnN7QyNF53AORJjDK7kr053YvVV9r-IENsJMRwYC5b7ryE_0430h_/w640-h346/Screen%20Shot%202024-01-12%20at%2010.50.38%20AM.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://gagosian.com/exhibitions/2021/anselm-kiefer-field-of-the-cloth-of-gold/#:~:text=Gagosian%20is%20pleased%20to%20present,Kiefer's%20work%20since%20the%201970s." style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="134" data-original-width="1190" height="36" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis6vmV8MASQkH8xdwhTbeyBBvg0n9Cmq8Q9AbaFjyVSvMB2O5004XNnM3tcK4Qni2J9dlX4BO4YdVZ8E34E0JHm4uIRBlISz0WSzohORonOiBihBCxVojCEz5k1vawSORGbt7rTK8qli_50uCBoz6AHEgyrhrUaRvP-UDL9npQxCZv9SGDAnei9vpLneOn/s320/Screen%20Shot%202024-01-12%20at%2010.50.52%20AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="margin-left: 160px; text-align: left;"> </p><p style="margin-left: 160px; text-align: left;">
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<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span>On the morning she became a young widow,
my grandmother, startled by a sudden shadow,
looked up from her work to see a hawk turn
her prized rooster into a cloud of feathers.
That same moment, halfway around the world
in a Minnesota mine, her husband died,
buried under a ton of rockfall.
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</span></span><p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span>She told me this story sixty years ago.<br />
I don’t know if it’s true but it ought to be.<br />
She was a hard old woman, and though she knelt
on Sundays when the acolyte’s silver bell
announced the moment of Christ’s miracle,<br />
it was the darker mysteries she lived by:
shiver-cry of an owl, black dog by the roadside,<br />
a tapping at the door and nobody there.<br />
The moral of the story was plain enough:
miracles become a burden and require a priest<br />
to explain them. With signs, you only need<br />
to keep your wits about you and place your trust
in a shadow world that lets you know hard luck
and grief are coming your way. And for that
—so the story goes—any day will do. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span> ****<a href="https://whitewall.art/art/anselm-kiefer-the-iconoclast-repeating-the-cycle-of-creating-and-destroying/">Anselm Kiefer:</a><i> </i></span><i>A ruin is not a catastrophe. It is the moment when things can start again.</i></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span><span style="font-family: 'Gibson'; font-size: 11pt;"> <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/56509/a-story-can-change-your-life">PETER EVERWINE </a></span><br /></span></span></span></p>
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</span></span></div><section class="page-content content-margins content-container centered-margins"><p style="margin-left: 80px;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">Someone must’ve gone fetched him out, <br />towed the drowned, wing-wrecked bird <br />through a slick of his own feathery want, <br />though, more likely, he passed out <br />from knowing, and the falling distance <br />made the surface turn hard to his body. <br />It must’ve mattered to his father, who, <br />winged himself, had to watch fishermen <br />circle his son, like figures in a painting, <br />pondering as if there were meaning in water.<br />Is this any way to treat the ones who flee <br />and wash ashore, prodding their bodies<br />with toe, stick, a disbelieving finger? <br />This morning, walking along the road,<br />I found a hummingbird against the curb, <br />marveled at the glasswork of its stillness, <br />how the light was falling too, so I could<br />see shifting green and blue, the tiny cage,<br />the dark needle of its bill, the dark eyes <br />the ants will carry away. I cant say<br />if it died from wanting too much <br />or from finding what it wanted too much. <br />Surely, Icarus had the heart of a hummingbird.<br />If they revived him, would he have risen <br />back into the sky, damaged wiser, <br />or, bratty, simply blamed his crap wings? <br />I nudged the bird with my shoe, not expecting,<br />but half wishing, a startling burst<br />through our myth-brightened world. <br />But the boy who ODed in a Porta-Potty, <br />was no bird at all. When his father found him,<br />his sun-jonesing heart large from hovering,<br />his friends—junk-caked, booze-skanked <br />themselves — turned away, puked in a ditch, <br />praying he’d break the surface of his misery.<br />Even outside the funeral home, dark coats <br />blocks long, dragging in suits they last wore<br />at graduation, for some sliver of rachis<br />and vane jutting out where wings might be, <br />they do not want to die, they only want <br />to feel less, less this. The way we, too, <br />standing in a line of pity and scorn, curse<br />all this away, we who love those <br />who love the air, the sudden lift and veer. </span></span></p><p style="margin-left: 80px;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://kenyonreview.org/contributor/james-hoch/">*James Hoch</a></span></span> </p><p style="margin-left: 80px;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://www.thenation.com/article/archive/pictures-icarus/">*Matisse</a></span></span><br /></p>
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sphere, we seem to have lost the very elements of intelligence: the ideas of
limit, measure, degree, proportion, relation, comparison, contingency,
interdependence, interrelation of means and ends.”</span></span></div><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"></p><p class="css-158dogj" style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">“Our political
universe is peopled exclusively by myths and monsters; all it contains is
absolutes and abstract entities.”</span></span></p><p class="css-158dogj"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span> </span></span></span></p><p class="css-158dogj"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span><span><a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2019/11/12/opinion/language-power-politics.html">The Perils of Abstraction </a>from </span></span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;">Simone Weil: An Anthology</span></span></span></span></span></p>secretfragileskieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04463225545455119563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-768768770850073730.post-77694455397057846852023-10-31T06:16:00.000-07:002023-10-31T06:16:26.649-07:00Boo, Forever<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisl8kxP0suycZXXJOh73gjjhhpEm4jGpLzjryFuMqzRepRyua7OxGrAW70caXmLyTY7s4LSzMx7XoRpaoQN06dK5JRuHEPCgjSsz49SHpBJ2zca3WZxukVONzhFM501p2dq9aKL3sFpX1w2wrQBiyXGdJl3QQqF2KkQugvFei4gQg_Pw1ixnArWxWr9vx6/s1432/Screen%20Shot%202023-10-31%20at%209.12.55%20AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="894" data-original-width="1432" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisl8kxP0suycZXXJOh73gjjhhpEm4jGpLzjryFuMqzRepRyua7OxGrAW70caXmLyTY7s4LSzMx7XoRpaoQN06dK5JRuHEPCgjSsz49SHpBJ2zca3WZxukVONzhFM501p2dq9aKL3sFpX1w2wrQBiyXGdJl3QQqF2KkQugvFei4gQg_Pw1ixnArWxWr9vx6/w640-h400/Screen%20Shot%202023-10-31%20at%209.12.55%20AM.png" width="640" /></a> <br /></div><p></p><p style="margin-left: 280px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><strong>Boo, Forever</strong><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: courier;"><br />
Spinning like a ghost<br />
on the bottom of a<br />
top,<br />
I’m haunted by all<br />
the space that I<br />
will live without<br />
you.<br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: courier;"><em>Richard Brautigan (1968)</em></span></p><p style="margin-left: 240px; text-align: left;"><em> </em></p><p style="margin-left: 120px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_3NMtxeyfk"><em>image: A Ghost Story</em></a></span></span> <br /></p>secretfragileskieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04463225545455119563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-768768770850073730.post-82516792194306925272023-10-20T06:30:00.002-07:002023-10-21T07:07:40.605-07:00October 20, 2020 Peter, Dreaming <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdfBnYzQPexqiiPpAuAnQfNo8QlFXA0y3v7okT-S4AxbTahpwawgShQN20XNGAnVM3xJt-CcI3Fxp1hff6iVDUgSOuddNL-g4UA-e4kvkl3NFf0tbXBBmyOSQddK_Bj_MiXF5ZCA6w8ChBoKEjzHQpf7TGErxwglxhDFoceA3O449F53Ea7obQH4ITYEqP/s1458/Peter%20RScreen%20Shot%202021-09-24%20at%2010.05.42%20AM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1442" data-original-width="1458" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdfBnYzQPexqiiPpAuAnQfNo8QlFXA0y3v7okT-S4AxbTahpwawgShQN20XNGAnVM3xJt-CcI3Fxp1hff6iVDUgSOuddNL-g4UA-e4kvkl3NFf0tbXBBmyOSQddK_Bj_MiXF5ZCA6w8ChBoKEjzHQpf7TGErxwglxhDFoceA3O449F53Ea7obQH4ITYEqP/s320/Peter%20RScreen%20Shot%202021-09-24%20at%2010.05.42%20AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span><span> <span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></span><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ross Gay</span></span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 2in;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 2in;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"> </span></p><span style="font-family: courier;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 2in;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span>Peter,
<i>Dreaming</i></span></span></p><span style="font-family: courier;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 2in;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></p><span style="font-family: courier;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: 13pt;">Say
this is the architecture of a dream. The square frame of night in an empty
parking lot. A horizontal resistance. The lines between darkness cut by an arc
of tall lights. Not a star left.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: courier;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: 13pt;">No
wait. Say there is a single car. A boy sleeping the deepest sleep inside, maybe
dreaming.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: courier;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: 13pt;"> </span></span></p><span style="font-family: courier;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: 13pt;">Listen,
later. A phone ringing and ringing. <i><span style="color: #0f1011;">(a person
just waking up) "wind in the distance." </span></i></span></span></p><span style="font-family: courier;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: 13pt;">A
rush of starlings fills the sky before a storm moves into the title.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: courier;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: 13pt;"> </span></span></p><span style="font-family: courier;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 0in 12pt 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: 13pt;">But suppose a sheet of
sunlight slices back through the shadows. Maybe it is the still time of dusk in
the hours before.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: courier;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 0in 12pt 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: 13pt;">Say she approaches the
car and taps on the glass. A window opens. The boy looks up.</span></span></p>
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</span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: left; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">There sat
down, once, a thing on Henry's heart</span></span></span></span></p><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;">
</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: left; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">só heavy, if
he had a hundred years</span></span></span></span></p><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;">
</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: left; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">& more,
& weeping, sleepless, in all them time</span></span></span></span></p><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;">
</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: left; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">Henry could
not make good.</span></span></span></span></p><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;">
</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: left; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">Starts again
always in Henry's ears</span></span></span></span></p><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;">
</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: left; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">the little cough
somewhere, an odour, a chime.</span></span></span></span></p><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;">
</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: left; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;"> </span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: left; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">And there is
another thing he has in mind</span></span></span></span></p><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;">
</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: left; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">like a grave
Sienese face a thousand years</span></span></span></span></p><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;">
</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: left; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">would fail to blur
the still profiled reproach of.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ghastly,</span></span></p><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;">
</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: left; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;">with open eyes, he
attends, blind.</span></span></p><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;">
</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: left; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">All the bells
say: too late.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is not for tears;</span></span></span></span></p><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;">
</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: left; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">thinking.</span></span></span></span></p><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;">
</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: left; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;"> </span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: left; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">But never did
Henry, as he thought he did,</span></span></span></span></p><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;">
</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: left; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">end anyone and
hacks her body up</span></span></span></span></p><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;">
</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: left; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">and hide the
pieces, where they may be found.</span></span></span></span></p><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;">
</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: left; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">He knows: he went over everyone, & nobody's
missing.</span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;">
</span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: left; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Often he reckons, in the dawn, them up.</span></span></span></p><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;">
</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: left; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="text-underline: thick;">Nobody is ever
missing.</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="text-underline: thick;"> </span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="text-underline: thick;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGw_Uc3hpoVcU1oQFRnRMZwc1D8Us5PvFRjuHnqfeFQnFrdAa395p4qfbcvVgp5Fj8LgZw_6iHk3S8tmk98olym4-eOCIKvywu-QONLw96WqCN2E0PEUfk39aEzvTzrAltcUlNAv2ZTgXkCEgl6SKfPU3fwhBQL3nChlpORvAtDkrpW-QQZMu6e0dV1A/s1272/Screen%20Shot%202022-11-09%20at%2010.38.21%20AM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="696" data-original-width="1272" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGw_Uc3hpoVcU1oQFRnRMZwc1D8Us5PvFRjuHnqfeFQnFrdAa395p4qfbcvVgp5Fj8LgZw_6iHk3S8tmk98olym4-eOCIKvywu-QONLw96WqCN2E0PEUfk39aEzvTzrAltcUlNAv2ZTgXkCEgl6SKfPU3fwhBQL3nChlpORvAtDkrpW-QQZMu6e0dV1A/w640-h350/Screen%20Shot%202022-11-09%20at%2010.38.21%20AM.png" width="640" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="text-underline: thick;"><br /></span></span></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="text-underline: thick;"> image: <i>The Passenger</i>, Cormac McCarthy<br /></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="text-underline: thick;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"><i>poem: </i>Dream Song 29, John Berryman</span></span> <br /></span></span></span></span></p>
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</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Real
isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that
happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play
with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."</span></span></p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">“Once you are real you can't become unreal
again. It lasts for always.” <br /> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">― <span class="authorortitle"><a href="https://americanliterature.com/author/margery-williams/short-story/the-velveteen-rabbit">The Velveteen Rabbit</a>, Margery Williams</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span class="authorortitle"> </span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="authorortitle"><br /></span></span></span>
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{page:WordSection1;}</style> <br /></p>secretfragileskieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04463225545455119563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-768768770850073730.post-60185048221045650372022-11-01T07:53:00.000-07:002022-11-01T07:53:02.444-07:00Día de los Muertos<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></span></p><br /><div style="margin-left: 80px;"><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://colettesaintyves.tumblr.com/post/1619392336/catherine-hessling-la-fille-de-leau-jean"><img alt="" class="image" height="375" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/proxy/AVvXsEi7hPbcUgEedh6MTKq7co3-tN-DhKMlnpkpGKx2dLoloXMhxFxCZxZ7CN-AcDDpZQVAbJoaWJIImRQCUl5G89AgtzQMPVOq33otAJF1DvKSwUeJ4UmNDymBu7psnME8K9lS9Sep8olYivonNbttBGRtKKnifONqGlaBZ0Ak4Q=s0-d" width="500" /></a> </p></div><p><br /></p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></span><p></p><ol><li>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The dead surround the living. The living are the core of the dead. In
this core are the dimensions of time and space. What surrounds the core
is timelessness.</span></span></p>
</li><li>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Between the core and its surroundings there are exchanges, which are
not usually clear. All religions have been concerned with making them
clearer. The credibility of religion depends upon the clarity of certain
unusual exchanges. The mystifications of religion are the result of
trying to produce such exchanges systematically.</span></span></p>
</li><li>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The rarity of clear exchange is due to the rarity of what can cross intact the frontier between timelessness and time.</span></span></p>
</li><li>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">To see the dead as the individuals they once were tends to obscure
their nature. Try to consider the living as we might assume the dead to
do: collectively. The collective would accrue not only across space but
also throughout time. It would include all those who had ever lived. And
so we would also be thinking of the dead. The living reduce the dead to
those who have lived, yet the dead already include the living in their
own great collective.</span></span></p>
</li><li>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The dead inhabit a timeless moment of construction continually
rebegun. The construction is the state of the universe at any instant.</span></span></p>
</li><li>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">According to their memory of life, the dead know the moment of
construction as, also, a moment of collapse. Having lived, the dead can
never be inert.</span></span></p>
</li><li>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">If the dead live in a timeless moment, how can they have a memory?
They remember no more than being thrown into time, as does everything
which existed or exists.</span></span></p>
</li><li>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The difference between the dead and the unborn is that the dead have
this memory. As the number of dead increases, the memory enlarges.</span></span></p>
</li><li>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The memory of the dead existing in timelessness may be thought of as a
form of imagination concerning the possible. This imagination is close
to (resides in) God, but I do not know how.</span></span></p>
</li><li>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">In the world of the living there is an equivalent but contrary
phenomenon. The living sometimes experience timelessness, as revealed in
sleep, ecstasy, instants of extreme danger, orgasm, and perhaps in the
experience of dying itself. During these instants the living imagination
covers the entire field of experience and overruns the contours of the
individual life or death. It touches the waiting imagination of
the dead.</span></span></p>
</li><li>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">What is the relation of the dead to what has not yet happened, to the future? All the future <i>is</i> the construction in which their “imagination” is engaged.</span></span></p>
</li><li>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">How do the living lie with the dead? Until the dehumanization of
society by capitalism, all the living awaited the experience of the
dead. It was their ultimate future. By themselves the living were
incomplete. Thus living and dead were interdependent. Always. Only a
uniquely modern form of egotism has broken this interdependence. With
disastrous results for the living, who now think of the dead as <i>eliminated.</i></span></span></p>
</li></ol><p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></p><h1 class="title"><a href="https://harpers.org/archive/2008/09/on-the-economy-of-the-dead/"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>On the Economy of the Dead</i>, John Berger</span></span></span></a></h1><h1 class="title"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: courier;">image: </span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Catherine Hessling,<a href="https://colettesaintyves.tumblr.com/post/1619392336/catherine-hessling-la-fille-de-leau-jean"> <b>La fille de l’eau</b>,</a> Jean Renoir, 1924. </span></span></span></h1><p><br /></p>secretfragileskieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04463225545455119563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-768768770850073730.post-9102162428069992672022-10-20T06:33:00.003-07:002022-10-21T07:23:16.924-07:00"And you will dream of me." for Peter, October 20,2020<p> </p><p class="css-at9mc1 evys1bk0" style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.themarginalian.org/2013/02/05/my-brothers-book-maurice-sendak/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="462" data-original-width="846" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEjtUzmP093OKGjIbvamNaoggUPVn6kB9kMoWF6P5AhYf1NuEsRyf04VxMG8JG3R55RTpUxr6cDVhCmPaNkiIrknwCjHPRDGP4htQ5Com6NQD3EiEijzvAJ-vipK8HwB5TjGrYwLMevbDvHQ9Llol8XuKax6ZKBhT5kZ85Z3fXwRGJ5i_LVl4EcnVbtA/s16000/Screen%20Shot%202022-10-20%20at%209.16.31%20AM.png" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />Guy does not rise into heaven after being consumed by the bear. Instead Sendak writes: <br /></span></span><p></p><p class="css-at9mc1 evys1bk0" style="margin-left: 160px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span><span style="font-size: small;">Guy sank upon a couch of flowers</span></span></span></p><p class="css-at9mc1 evys1bk0" style="margin-left: 160px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span><span style="font-size: small;">In an ice-ribbed underworld</span></span></span></p><p class="css-at9mc1 evys1bk0" style="margin-left: 160px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span><span style="font-size: small;">Awash in blossoming gold from a new sun</span></span></span></p><p class="css-at9mc1 evys1bk0" style="margin-left: 160px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span><span style="font-size: small;">Tumbling out dark long-ago clouds,</span></span></span></p><p class="css-at9mc1 evys1bk0" style="margin-left: 160px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span><span style="font-size: small;">In caverns and corridors paved with painted petals</span></span></span></p><p class="css-at9mc1 evys1bk0" style="margin-left: 160px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span><span style="font-size: small;">Wound round a wild cherry tree dusted pink. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>and for 'the brothers':</i></span></span></p><p style="margin-left: 160px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">And Jack slept safe<br />
Enfolded in his brother’s arms<br />
And Guy whispered ‘Good night<br />
And you will dream of me.’ </span><br /></i></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><span style="color: #674ea7;"><a href="https://secretfragilesky.blogspot.com/2020/10/my-son-died-suddenly-yesterday-i-hear.html"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I hear no one like him...</span></span></a></span> <br /></i></span></span></p><p><a href="https://www.themarginalian.org/2013/02/05/my-brothers-book-maurice-sendak/"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">title, image</span></span></a></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Maurice Sendak, <a href="https://bookshop.org/p/books/my-brother-s-book-maurice-sendak/6432062?ean=9780062234896">My Brother’s Book</a></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*<a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2013/02/15/books/my-brothers-book-by-maurice-sendak.html">New York Times</a>: </span></span></p><p><br /></p>secretfragileskieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04463225545455119563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-768768770850073730.post-56480017417176676702022-10-10T09:40:00.000-07:002022-10-10T09:40:02.168-07:00a hole in the shape of a heart <p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 160px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 120px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUknRmtlPcTsFLdayuiPLqpDLgpKyglwxssh33a09dgYXb6iFku4_r8KRqohvsp9xRpWlLiv11lRzxwce9VgpSKApFEQ0ESFx5yWO-YcXIB6rPr2Z8ebY9An-czviR-gOY9NgQg3WRMjyVqsDIG18zi3nr3uM2feQ-5K2_H5o9Or28vS5wGM55TaV74Q" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1270" data-original-width="868" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUknRmtlPcTsFLdayuiPLqpDLgpKyglwxssh33a09dgYXb6iFku4_r8KRqohvsp9xRpWlLiv11lRzxwce9VgpSKApFEQ0ESFx5yWO-YcXIB6rPr2Z8ebY9An-czviR-gOY9NgQg3WRMjyVqsDIG18zi3nr3uM2feQ-5K2_H5o9Or28vS5wGM55TaV74Q=w436-h640" width="436" /></a></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 160px; text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white;">A child of, say, six knows you’re not the shape</span></span></span><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 160px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white;">she’s learned to make by drawing half along a fold,<br />
cutting, then opening. Where do you open?<br />
<span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">Where do you carry your dead?</span> </span>There’s no locket<br />
for that—hinged, hanging on a chain that greens<br />
your throat. <span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">And the dead inside you, don’t you<br />
hear them breathing? You must have a hole<br />
they can press their gray lips to. If you open—<br />
when you open—will we find them folded inside?<br />
In what shape? I mean </span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">what
cut shape is made<br />
whole by opening</span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">? I
mean besides the heart.</span></span></span></span></span></p><div style="margin-left: 160px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white;">
</span></span></span></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white;">image: Jim Dine</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white;">text: Maggie
Smith, </span></span></span><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Heart,</span> </span></span></span></span><i>Good Bones</i> (Tupelo Press, 2017)</span></span></p>
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detected, and in his "ideas" almost idiotic, while his celebrated piety
was that of a traveling salesman for church furniture, and his yet more
celebrated humor the sly cynicism of a country store. Certainly there
was nothing exhilarating in the actual words of his speeches, nor
anything convincing in his philosophy. His political platforms were only
wings of a windmill.” </span></span></p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">
“and they'll all be convinced that, even if our Buzzy maybe has
got a few faults, he's on the side of the plain people, and against all
the tight old political machines, and they'll rouse the country for him
as the Great Liberator (and meanwhile Big Business will just wink and
sit tight!)"</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
He had every prejudice and aspiration of every American Common
Man. He believed in the desirability and therefore the sanctity of thick
buckwheat cakes with adulterated maple syrup, in rubber trays for the
ice cubes in his electric refrigerator,[...] in being chummy with
all waitresses at all junction lunch rooms, [...] and the superiority of anyone who possessed a
million dollars. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">He would whirl arms, bang tables, glare from mad eyes, vomit Biblical
wrath from a gaping mouth; but he would also coo like a nursing mother,
beseech like an “aching lover, and in<br />between tricks would coldly and
almost contemptuously jab his crowds with figures and facts—figures and
facts that were inescapable even when, as often happened, they were
entirely incorrect. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"> ―
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Sinclair Lewis,
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<a class="authorOrTitle" href="https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1296784">It Can't Happen Here</a> </span></span></span><br /></p>secretfragileskieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04463225545455119563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-768768770850073730.post-88609178823962065782022-07-05T07:54:00.004-07:002022-07-05T07:54:48.859-07:00the historic victory for white life <p> </p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span><h2><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">“Legislating reproductive rights remains a hallmark of authoritarian and fascist governments.”</span></span></span></h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtAsNU8syXWOtaIMzQ1bObE31c5m-8CKXA9EgNlpCXRc6tjH6NFPhi3ZG7oHpDcYx5Ao9umq_QKcgZis9EntPOit8SvYY6eoEd1gu7eYOOdtpBb-UVuT1uSyKs0fn3KRL6_QQPyAHGys6tBKb2n1V4QFNm2KpFIxHk-W8OUefyjUgUHy8KtCnD9S8Q_Q/s2032/Screen%20Shot%202022-07-05%20at%2010.50.03%20AM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1472" data-original-width="2032" height="464" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtAsNU8syXWOtaIMzQ1bObE31c5m-8CKXA9EgNlpCXRc6tjH6NFPhi3ZG7oHpDcYx5Ao9umq_QKcgZis9EntPOit8SvYY6eoEd1gu7eYOOdtpBb-UVuT1uSyKs0fn3KRL6_QQPyAHGys6tBKb2n1V4QFNm2KpFIxHk-W8OUefyjUgUHy8KtCnD9S8Q_Q/w640-h464/Screen%20Shot%202022-07-05%20at%2010.50.03%20AM.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">By 1869, the Civil War was over. Black people were briefly
enfranchised until Jim Crow took back their rights. White women pushed
hard for suffrage and access to the professions, including medicine.
They loudly asserted the right to “voluntary motherhood.” The doctors
resisted. They lobbied legislatures to ban abortion as a dangerous
procedure and a moral vice. Horatio Storer, head of Physicians Against
Abortion repeatedly worried about changing demographics. What if
Anglo-Saxons lost their political power? He wondered aloud whether the
Western territories would “be filled with our own children or those of
aliens.”</span></span></p><div style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;">
</div><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">The music should sound familiar. <b>“I want to thank you,”</b> a Republican
lawmaker, Mary E. Miller, said, addressing Donald Trump at a rally last
Saturday, <b>“for the historic victory for white life in the Supreme Court
yesterday.”</b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> image: <a href="https://www.moma.org/collection/works/80385">MOMA</a></span></span><br /></p><h1><a href="https://lithub.com/racism-patriarchy-and-power-siri-hustvedt-on-the-toxic-thinking-behind-the-supreme-courts-destruction-of-abortion-rights?utm_source=Sailthru&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Lit%20Hub%20Weekly:%20July%202%2C%202022&utm_term=lithub_weekly_master_list"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Racism, Patriarchy, and Power: Siri Hustvedt on the Toxic Thinking Behind the Supreme Court’s Destruction of Abortion Rights</span></span></span></a></h1>secretfragileskieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04463225545455119563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-768768770850073730.post-16419652040870818582022-07-04T12:30:00.003-07:002022-07-04T12:30:40.893-07:007.4.2022<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzHwyeQmbymFpV8cEeejqTdC3d1hG-IiwUMPn5TE8l650EqydmpyeyEYOmLxwnVIFljLHm1nHFiYsAinXpq0XJB-wXxoMBCOaE9aUVD8ZUbyO-_qWwW4S8ACBGmVKfpZ5OWieZbENJC6rc6ml17DTYuMT9OB6uPdiCeP9XxXxV1FoWrJ8fa4B_suCD7A/s807/Screen%20Shot%202018-07-04%20at%2010.43.22%20AM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="497" data-original-width="807" height="394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzHwyeQmbymFpV8cEeejqTdC3d1hG-IiwUMPn5TE8l650EqydmpyeyEYOmLxwnVIFljLHm1nHFiYsAinXpq0XJB-wXxoMBCOaE9aUVD8ZUbyO-_qWwW4S8ACBGmVKfpZ5OWieZbENJC6rc6ml17DTYuMT9OB6uPdiCeP9XxXxV1FoWrJ8fa4B_suCD7A/w640-h394/Screen%20Shot%202018-07-04%20at%2010.43.22%20AM.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">image: poster at a demonstration</span></span><br /></p>secretfragileskieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04463225545455119563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-768768770850073730.post-14913948382785773122022-07-03T07:45:00.001-07:002022-07-03T07:46:22.999-07:00As soon as our pro‐lifers figure out they can have a tambourine, it’s over.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hyperallergic.com/744771/one-artists-scathing-indictment-of-a-crooked-supreme-court/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1380" data-original-width="986" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwHPag61lmnfJR3SjYA0frLEsvdekwXZcCWip_O8sdTsl_01p7ulTgwO3zByppVlBE5UAFy4LwFENXD-GUyvAmABoBY7K105XWRohNzUPqmxmYaC2XuVT6hgnjnEgNsyHAQ569iJJ-bB3S5mwyk2JzgP8ck-MuyDXv-aU7EiUMtWG-Daw5VTwCiRNeuA/w458-h640/Screen%20Shot%202022-07-03%20at%2010.16.18%20AM.png" width="458" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span>
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<p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">None of the doctors, nurses, or specialists ever breathed a word about
abortion. Because twenty‐six weeks was already too late? Because it was
Ohio, and the governor’s pen was constantly hovering over terrible new
legislation? Because the hospital was Catholic, and in the lobby there
was a statue of Jesus holding a farm animal? They never exactly knew.
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<p style="margin-left: 40px;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-left: 40px;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">It was anti‐abortion singing, led by a woman in a long,
cobwebby skirt, and a man in a white collar was standing next to her with a tambourine. Behind them were two ginger-
haired, freckled young men with Down syndrome, embracing each other with both arms and their cheeks pressed close.
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</span></span></div><p style="margin-left: 40px;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">Oh, my God, she had thought back then. As soon as our pro‐lifers figure out they can have a tambourine, it’s over.
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<p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><span><a data-jsarwt="1" data-usg="AOvVaw3u1vSPtQf1oIr4WN_NJJTS" data-ved="2ahUKEwiV-c62-dz4AhUSlIkEHbp5BZkQFnoECAkQAQ" href="https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2020/11/30/the-winged-thing"></a></span></span></p><h3 class="LC20lb MBeuO DKV0Md"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><span><a data-jsarwt="1" data-usg="AOvVaw3u1vSPtQf1oIr4WN_NJJTS" data-ved="2ahUKEwiV-c62-dz4AhUSlIkEHbp5BZkQFnoECAkQAQ" href="https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2020/11/30/the-winged-thing"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> excerpts:</span></span>*Patricia Lockwood, The Winged Thing - The New Yorker</span></a></span></span></h3><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><span> <br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><span>** Hundreds of copies of the LA-based guerrilla poster artist Robbie
Conal’s latest work, “Supreme Injustices,” were pasted up from Venice to
Los Feliz.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">image here: <a href="https://hyperallergic.com/744771/one-artists-scathing-indictment-of-a-crooked-supreme-court/">Robbie Conal</a></span> <br /></span></span></p>secretfragileskieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04463225545455119563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-768768770850073730.post-34483372923820562842022-07-02T07:59:00.003-07:002022-07-02T07:59:43.683-07:00What is freedom?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS8tJ4LPtNWQn_2pO6RF23guikTpERgF7531LQy6jRO0t6pF7WyyveFu576g1pqwfvOf79Db4z43EkrwrpdCffCbNJDvAVWQa8J2rcair89ORWC8ca96OBUSI9SzCfbghDsNvJ8Q6KAtgq8YKEYVcDoH3m4I-BAKIWmapWM8cBeGYE5KWhSuzFiJjZoA/s500/Screen%20Shot%202022-07-02%20at%2010.50.55%20AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="500" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS8tJ4LPtNWQn_2pO6RF23guikTpERgF7531LQy6jRO0t6pF7WyyveFu576g1pqwfvOf79Db4z43EkrwrpdCffCbNJDvAVWQa8J2rcair89ORWC8ca96OBUSI9SzCfbghDsNvJ8Q6KAtgq8YKEYVcDoH3m4I-BAKIWmapWM8cBeGYE5KWhSuzFiJjZoA/w640-h358/Screen%20Shot%202022-07-02%20at%2010.50.55%20AM.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong><strong>The First Amendment is an important one.</strong><br /></strong></span></span></p><p style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>
</strong>I agree. It says that people are free to assemble, and if their assembly
is a threat to powerful people who cause harm, you get to spray them
with tear gas and drive your car into them.<strong> </strong></span></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong></strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>We must do everything to protect women.</strong><br />
<span> </span><span> </span>Absolutely, and that’s—wait, no. No, we don’t.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>What are some synonyms for freedom?</strong><br />
<span> </span><span> </span>“Independence,” “autonomy,” and “shut up, stop crying, and do what you are told." <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> <br /></span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">Image and text from McSweeney's:<a href="https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/faq-freedom"> Freedom </a><br /></span></span></p>secretfragileskieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04463225545455119563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-768768770850073730.post-8589828909703433002022-07-01T06:32:00.002-07:002022-07-01T06:32:41.405-07:00Cassidy Hutchinson: Superhero<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC4vw3iyqio8kZQLd2pzh8L_XgYau6mgtX9x6QUWVZNL_IucqJrw_CWDLBVqWl0r5auptuJYlZc2SmtIijA6t0ooh2uIygJCpJ9SzuH4pEFRv5PrygGSIWPAvDzcxQw03l1isEatCxMDIS9EoldHc10qksQthDYJytZfbOfNIpx6l_V_fBnkxaS8qavw/s1386/Screen%20Shot%202022-07-01%20at%209.28.01%20AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1146" data-original-width="1386" height="530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC4vw3iyqio8kZQLd2pzh8L_XgYau6mgtX9x6QUWVZNL_IucqJrw_CWDLBVqWl0r5auptuJYlZc2SmtIijA6t0ooh2uIygJCpJ9SzuH4pEFRv5PrygGSIWPAvDzcxQw03l1isEatCxMDIS9EoldHc10qksQthDYJytZfbOfNIpx6l_V_fBnkxaS8qavw/w640-h530/Screen%20Shot%202022-07-01%20at%209.28.01%20AM.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>secretfragileskieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04463225545455119563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-768768770850073730.post-77704566982557483402022-06-28T05:51:00.000-07:002022-06-28T05:51:05.912-07:00This is hardly a time, then, for traditional solutions. Our national policies are going to have to change drastically, and fast.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP0LxskaGXtOdB1t1ifAWj1d_Q8NirYQDGS00SwFmVSQ2rn8g2UcoKr5b9QbZaX7iUZ8sLguPCHcmcNthv9iX7z_Lv3ULEazcEfFh4nQL_S1QG_DMNlRMRoECSDHT6IyX4mz1oolIDDunO/s1600/9781608463046-80f0cddfdac437a54bf834e9f062154e.jpg20170830-110-njee7g.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1033" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP0LxskaGXtOdB1t1ifAWj1d_Q8NirYQDGS00SwFmVSQ2rn8g2UcoKr5b9QbZaX7iUZ8sLguPCHcmcNthv9iX7z_Lv3ULEazcEfFh4nQL_S1QG_DMNlRMRoECSDHT6IyX4mz1oolIDDunO/s640/9781608463046-80f0cddfdac437a54bf834e9f062154e.jpg20170830-110-njee7g.jpg" width="412" /></a></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">This is hardly a time, then, for traditional solutions. Our national
policies are going to have to change drastically, and fast. We are going
to require torrential shifts of wealth and power. We will need
ingenious new forms of political action to represent the wants of the
hitherto unrepresented at home and abroad (several billion people in the
world are taxed with our power or our presence, but with no
representation in our councils).</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">For this crisis of our time, the
slow workings of American reform, the limitations on protest and
disobedience and innovation set by liberals like Justice Fortas, are
simply not adequate. We need devices which are powerful but restrained,
explosive but controlled: to resist the government’s actions against the
lives and liberties of its citizens; to pressure, even to shock the
government into change; to organize people to replace the holders of
power, as one round in that continuing cycle of political renewal which
alone can prevent tyranny.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">We cannot have a new politics for the
citizen with an old approach to law. The demands of our time will not be
met by the narrow approach to civil disobedience suggested by Mr.
Fortas. <b>We are tempted to follow his advice because the Supreme Court
has been in many ways the most adaptable of our three branches of
government. But we should keep in mind that the Court is still a branch
of <i>government</i>, and that in the never-ending contest between
authority and liberty that goes on in every society, the agencies of
government, at their best, are still on the side of authority…</b></span></span><b><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><a href="https://www.haymarketbooks.org/blogs/149-howard-zinn-in-defense-of-civil-disobedience?utm_source=Haymarket+Newsletter&utm_campaign=5878b99004-EMAIL_Newsletter_2017_11_20_HOLIDAY1_COPY_01&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_a36ffbc74a-5878b99004-331575153&mc_cid=5878b99004&mc_eid=0d4c25f0ed">Howard Zinn: In Defense of Civil Disobedience</a></span></span></h3>secretfragileskieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04463225545455119563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-768768770850073730.post-24383436841145623202022-06-27T06:34:00.000-07:002022-06-27T06:34:26.589-07:00How much of our science and philosophy has been colored by the justifications of shitty men?<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7P9LRnzNwcaMBGUacaijWaoMyjvg3qpzZnBNzHMk8XLIvin_mfdearUrTeKwVYBXMQu3aToT2IMiPa9TaaXhrQ3ukJ1LWoTcIkPkBR3DEXgU77G8Ot__DCzdQgDw7kPIf2Lj51jHumG7YmCNkBIgNPiECjxB9jblAvsH4mwXd31-sjWQRcrx0rjVt3w/s1836/Screen%20Shot%202022-06-27%20at%208.10.55%20AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1294" data-original-width="1836" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7P9LRnzNwcaMBGUacaijWaoMyjvg3qpzZnBNzHMk8XLIvin_mfdearUrTeKwVYBXMQu3aToT2IMiPa9TaaXhrQ3ukJ1LWoTcIkPkBR3DEXgU77G8Ot__DCzdQgDw7kPIf2Lj51jHumG7YmCNkBIgNPiECjxB9jblAvsH4mwXd31-sjWQRcrx0rjVt3w/w640-h452/Screen%20Shot%202022-06-27%20at%208.10.55%20AM.png" width="640" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></span>
<p></p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white;">
</span></span></span><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span><span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;"></span></span></span><span><span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">All of the </span></span></span><span><span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">authors were men</span></span></span><span><span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">, and I was
surprised by how often they acknowledged the deeply personal motivations that
led them to their preferred theories of mind.</span></span></span><span><span> Sheila Heti</span></span></span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white;">
</span></span></span><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">Men
</span></span><span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">make these laws,” she told her mother. “And they
also don’t know where a girl pees from.” Patricia Lockwood </span></span><span><span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white;">
</span></span></span><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">Everything had been </span></span><span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">decided by a sky in long
black judge robes,</span></span><span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;"> and <span>she floated as
the head at the top of it and saw everything, everything, backward, backward,
and turned away in fright from her own bright day.”</span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;"><span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;"><span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;"><span>title: </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;"><span>
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<div class="section" style="background-color: rgb(100.000000%, 100.000000%, 100.000000%);"><a href="https://www.bookforum.com/culture/an-excerpt-from-god-human-animal-machine-24598"><span style="font-family: "FranklinGothicURW"; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: 500;">Meghan O’Gieblyn </span></a></div><div class="section" style="background-color: rgb(100.000000%, 100.000000%, 100.000000%);"><span style="font-family: "FranklinGothicURW"; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: 500;">images: from <a href="https://www.theonion.com/">The Onion </a><br /></span></div><div class="section" style="background-color: rgb(100.000000%, 100.000000%, 100.000000%);"><span style="font-family: 'FranklinGothicURW'; font-size: 10.000000pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: 500;">text: </span><span style="font-family: "FranklinGothicURW"; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: 500;"><a href="http://www.sheilaheti.com/pure-colour">Sheila Heti,</a></span><span style="font-family: 'FranklinGothicURW'; font-size: 10.000000pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: 500;"><a href="http://www.sheilaheti.com/pure-colour"> Pure Color<br /></a></span></div><div class="section" style="background-color: rgb(100.000000%, 100.000000%, 100.000000%);"><a href="https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2020/11/30/the-winged-thing"><span style="font-family: "FranklinGothicURW"; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: 500;">Patricia Lockwood </span><span style="font-family: 'FranklinGothicURW'; font-size: 10.000000pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: 500;">here</span></a></div><div class="section" style="background-color: rgb(100.000000%, 100.000000%, 100.000000%);"><span style="font-family: 'FranklinGothicURW'; font-size: 10.000000pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: 500;">and <a href="https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/634158/no-one-is-talking-about-this-by-patricia-lockwood/">No One Is Talking About This </a></span>
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</span></span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></p><br /></div><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">*title, text from: “Headfirst” from <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.coppercanyonpress.org/books/night-sky-with-exit-wounds-by-ocean-vuong/&source=gmail&ust=1588428512990000&usg=AFQjCNErQOuAUXAdP_hTQWWagg4d715_Rw" href="https://www.coppercanyonpress.org/books/night-sky-with-exit-wounds-by-ocean-vuong/" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Night Sky with Exit Wounds</a> by Ocean Vuong, Copyright 2016. Published by Copper Canyon Press. </span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 0in 12pt 0.5in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span></span></p><br />
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<p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://hyperallergic.com/733144/making-art-in-the-shadow-of-grief-erica-green/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1582" data-original-width="1584" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJBB54siw3tpVU8r2ACXL_ToPxZ1bUMcUOlBtNV4pFm934zpq76llPZWCELRZRyYGjhMZRbkmEShu66gduLHvzIZhantDZdZiYpPP-K346qJuJEpHuge0s7xQERbm_zQ7PIbjdzGKisQOrCrctdptbTJyJzu1r4XrsOf5xuYx6nb7Uk8JRBM-RvqeyuA/w640-h640/Screen%20Shot%202022-06-07%20at%2010.49.31%20AM.png" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Erica Green, "In the Thick Of It" (2022), knotted fibers, sewing pins, clay, wax, paint (all images courtesy Wes Magyar, Union Works
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secretfragileskieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04463225545455119563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-768768770850073730.post-18024616122914739442022-05-09T07:59:00.000-07:002022-05-09T07:59:20.574-07:00Nothing exists except an endless present<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.siue.edu/~ejoy/HollandHouseLibraryText.htm" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1548" data-original-width="2050" height="485" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7fIXisJCXwRTQfeEkkK8ncAS3kD5GV3nfhJw5-eYNFV09TNLaue6i-KNad6wNZeBKre7Fe3n_3uWJApH7Fa7Aedu99mchL7jICHvqP_l-1Y25GQFVJQi8iue9KCsOcNMVgCPJiKvKmRDqtm4P7zgoKKeJMtqjc89OmlEYE7id6otjYCApztiHYKBZPQ/w640-h485/Screen%20Shot%202022-05-09%20at%2010.36.58%20AM.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">More than 1,500 book bans have been instituted in US school districts in
the last nine months, a study has found, part of a rightwing censorship
effort described as “unparalleled in its intensity”.</span></span></p><h1 class="quoteText" style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">“Every record has been destroyed or falsified,
every book rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and
street building has been renamed, every date has been altered. And the
process is continuing day by day and minute by minute. History has
stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is
always right.”**</span></span></span> </h1><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"> “Books can not be killed by fire. People die, but books never die. No
man and no force can abolish memory... In this war, we know, books are
weapons. And it is a part of your dedication always to make them weapons
for man's freedom.”
<span class="authorOrTitle"></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-left: 120px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="authorOrTitle"> </span></span></span><span class="authorOrTitle"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">Fire is bright and fire is clean.”****
<br /> <span class="authorOrTitle"> </span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="authorOrTitle">*<a href="https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2022/apr/07/book-bans-pen-america-school-districts"> The Guardian</a></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="authorOrTitle">** 1984, George Orwell<br /></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="authorOrTitle">***</span></span></span><span class="authorOrTitle"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Franklin D. Roosevelt</span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span class="authorOrTitle"> ****</span></span></span></span><span class="authorOrTitle"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span class="authorOrTitle">Ray Bradbury</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span><span><span class="authorOrTitle"><span><span class="authorOrTitle"><span class="authorOrTitle">image: Holland House Library </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="authorOrTitle"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span class="authorOrTitle">September, 1940: </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span class="authorOrTitle">The photograph provides an image of the fetishization
of the text, or document, of the ways in which history attaches itself, not to
the social disturbances and crises surrounding it on all sides, but to the ruins
of the past, and even more so, to the orderly archive of the narratives of those
ruins. In that austere repository of the bound volumes of <i>fabula</i> and <i>
historia</i> -- the library -- the scholar seeks the world of lived human
experience but encounters instead one of its chief symptoms -- writing.<a href="https://www.siue.edu/~ejoy/HollandHouseLibraryText.htm"> link</a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span class="authorOrTitle">see also, Eduardo Cadava,<i> <a href="https://www.jstor.org/stable/779116">The </a></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="authorOrTitle"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span class="authorOrTitle"><i><a href="https://www.jstor.org/stable/779116"><span><em>Lapsus</em> Imaginis':The Image in <em>Ruin</em></span></a></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://mitpress.mit.edu/books/paper-graveyards"><span class="authorOrTitle"><span class="authorOrTitle"><i>Paper Graveyeards </i></span></span></a> </span></span></span></span></span></p>secretfragileskieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04463225545455119563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-768768770850073730.post-81319198056548925962022-05-06T07:51:00.000-07:002022-05-06T07:51:12.026-07:00pretending to be even more stupid than nature has made them<p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> <span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0">One of my teachers at Columbia was Joseph Brodsky...and he said 'look,' he said, 'you Americans, you are so naïve. You think evil is going to come into your houses wearing big black boots. It doesn’t come like that. Look at the language. It begins in the language." - Marie Howe</span></span></p><div style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span class="medium_quote">Our
great democracies still tend to think that a stupid man is more
likely to be honest than a clever man, and our politicians take
advantage of this prejudice by pretending to be even more stupid than
nature has made them.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; letter-spacing: -1px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia66dr7GFib7kJbDVa3vtAtBTfmCDT_WBtcPZP0yVguLQV6tXvtpR4LDDq-cfbFr1IDNIo0UY6B-LcF2rhgd0l5RyaE1WHiHRfM3aYa_PTq-GldK215JyD1VcyXlGK947GEK032d31UqC-/s1600/Screen+Shot+2020-07-08+at+10.32.09+AM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1060" data-original-width="1278" height="530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia66dr7GFib7kJbDVa3vtAtBTfmCDT_WBtcPZP0yVguLQV6tXvtpR4LDDq-cfbFr1IDNIo0UY6B-LcF2rhgd0l5RyaE1WHiHRfM3aYa_PTq-GldK215JyD1VcyXlGK947GEK032d31UqC-/s640/Screen+Shot+2020-07-08+at+10.32.09+AM.png" width="640" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Bertrand Russell : <a href="http://rulesformyunbornson.tumblr.com/">here</a></span></div>secretfragileskieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04463225545455119563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-768768770850073730.post-92227398337575320142022-05-05T05:32:00.002-07:002022-05-05T05:37:30.795-07:00the heart, in those days, was small, and hard, and full of meanness<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZtDs8aFBzWLx3BJrx7-n6RbzH8dKrtK1zoiOpfcyRGOzo7lX0bfmglzIahqBTG1dkX8uyfvIjsonfm4q5r8AuAHX4DMbG7YQ2aiFmIP9Rnze-3s5F-HduRRI6HavGSyV54unbU2DOjQoeY1hD15DkD2S8seguSe1O_i_bZk5LuvkgTzSEkWDOTxAJJQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="990" data-original-width="1614" height="392" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZtDs8aFBzWLx3BJrx7-n6RbzH8dKrtK1zoiOpfcyRGOzo7lX0bfmglzIahqBTG1dkX8uyfvIjsonfm4q5r8AuAHX4DMbG7YQ2aiFmIP9Rnze-3s5F-HduRRI6HavGSyV54unbU2DOjQoeY1hD15DkD2S8seguSe1O_i_bZk5LuvkgTzSEkWDOTxAJJQ=w640-h392" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="_7UhW9 xLCgt MMzan KV-D4 se6yk T0kll"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="_7UhW9 xLCgt MMzan KV-D4 se6yk T0kll">We will be known as a culture that feared death</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="_7UhW9 xLCgt MMzan KV-D4 se6yk T0kll">and adored power, that tried to vanquish insecurity</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="_7UhW9 xLCgt MMzan KV-D4 se6yk T0kll">for the few and cared little for the penury of the</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="_7UhW9 xLCgt MMzan KV-D4 se6yk T0kll">many. We will be known as a culture that taught</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="_7UhW9 xLCgt MMzan KV-D4 se6yk T0kll">and rewarded the amassing of things, that spoke</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="_7UhW9 xLCgt MMzan KV-D4 se6yk T0kll">little if at all about the quality of life for</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="_7UhW9 xLCgt MMzan KV-D4 se6yk T0kll">people (other people), for dogs, for rivers. All</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="_7UhW9 xLCgt MMzan KV-D4 se6yk T0kll">the world, in our eyes, they will say, was a</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="_7UhW9 xLCgt MMzan KV-D4 se6yk T0kll">commodity. And they will say that this structure</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="_7UhW9 xLCgt MMzan KV-D4 se6yk T0kll">was held together politically, which it was, and</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="_7UhW9 xLCgt MMzan KV-D4 se6yk T0kll">they will say also that our politics was no more</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="_7UhW9 xLCgt MMzan KV-D4 se6yk T0kll">than an apparatus to accommodate the feelings of</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="_7UhW9 xLCgt MMzan KV-D4 se6yk T0kll">the heart, and that the heart, in those days,</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="_7UhW9 xLCgt MMzan KV-D4 se6yk T0kll">was small, and hard, and full of meanness.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span><span class="_7UhW9 xLCgt MMzan KV-D4 se6yk T0kll"><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span><span class="_7UhW9 xLCgt MMzan KV-D4 se6yk T0kll">image: from a poster at an anti-Trump demonstration, c.2018 </span></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="_7UhW9 xLCgt MMzan KV-D4 se6yk T0kll"><span style="font-size: x-small;">text: Mary Oliver, From <i>Devotions</i> </span> </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">Read one newspaper daily (the morning edition<br />is the best<br />for by evening you know that you at least<br />have lived through another day)<br />and let the disasters, the unbelievable<br />yet approved decisions,<br />soak in.<br /><br />I don't need to name the countries,<br />ours is among them.<br /><br />What keeps us from falling down, our faces<br />to the ground; ashamed, ashamed?<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://whiskeyriver.blogspot.com/2022/05/read-one-newspaper-daily-morning.html"> from Whiskey River:</a> </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">- Mary Oliver<br /><i>A Thousand Mornings</i></span></span></span></p>secretfragileskieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04463225545455119563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-768768770850073730.post-58679914846715957032022-04-19T07:13:00.002-07:002022-04-19T07:15:28.115-07:00redux<p><i><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></i></p><h1 class="css-8zdjub e1h9rw200" data-testid="headline" id="link-27bc2c2d"><a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2022/04/16/opinion/international-world/ukraine-war-bucha-photographs.html?campaign_id=39&emc=edit_ty_20220419&instance_id=58861&nl=opinion-today&regi_id=46996330&segment_id=89614&te=1&user_id=265b986221f865104b72bf90afb8de46"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">Photographing Hell</span></span></a></h1><p><i><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I’m getting tired of those endless disclaimers — like the one at the top
of this essay — that say, “Warning: Graphic Material.” The best
photographs of war might make us want to look away. It’s imperative that
we do not."</span></span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdnd0cMNZKcgnZuwjAREanbHsoCyQM3QDpDb9YFyRkAoiNGZTdp6bxnUYATuCpzEde7Y0TY7uiPPwgqp5TGdwxmETHR0r1HETxNvmhRzaj0XigxHRp6XuTwCjoAn4PR3f0cwaXxfdu4Mvg4YFZjFFrzxhBhBr6siUmlEMgxaRxdIkWT02vVeLbdWky3A/s568/Screen%20Shot%202022-04-19%20at%2010.02.35%20AM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="408" data-original-width="568" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdnd0cMNZKcgnZuwjAREanbHsoCyQM3QDpDb9YFyRkAoiNGZTdp6bxnUYATuCpzEde7Y0TY7uiPPwgqp5TGdwxmETHR0r1HETxNvmhRzaj0XigxHRp6XuTwCjoAn4PR3f0cwaXxfdu4Mvg4YFZjFFrzxhBhBr6siUmlEMgxaRxdIkWT02vVeLbdWky3A/s320/Screen%20Shot%202022-04-19%20at%2010.02.35%20AM.png" width="320" /></a></span></i></div><i><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2022/04/16/opinion/international-world/ukraine-war-bucha-photographs.html?campaign_id=39&emc=edit_ty_20220419&instance_id=58861&nl=opinion-today&regi_id=46996330&segment_id=89614&te=1&user_id=265b986221f865104b72bf90afb8de46" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="928" data-original-width="2630" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWPuh9s31yyOyPq-vsxEP6qTJGAp5OLt7DaqhwApuHMBX2kJ5gzZguoAsFqwqv_TgpAT_j7eG_KL-10DCQwt-X3M6BSComWnAgcMePYhELXcewnJFo2Nm2hz8cHJ5ojMzENQhIxGSWaNF0tPmNSVq425VrYPuInp3AXeo-rdDqlDU2hC8PQY_YACVeoA/w640-h226/Screen%20Shot%202022-04-19%20at%2010.00.32%20AM.png" width="640" /></a></span></i></div><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Mikhail
Zygar, the Russian journalist and author, wrote, “If one can’t write
poetry after Auschwitz, then what can one say after Bucha?”</span> <br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://puck.news/never-again-again-the-history-of-putins-terror/"><span><span>link </span></span></a></span></span><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><span>Iraq, Russia,WW II<br /></span></i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2022/04/16/opinion/international-world/ukraine-war-bucha-photographs.html?campaign_id=39&emc=edit_ty_20220419&instance_id=58861&nl=opinion-today&regi_id=46996330&segment_id=89614&te=1&user_id=265b986221f865104b72bf90afb8de46">New York Times</a>:<i> </i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>David Hume Kennerly won the Pulitzer Prize for feature photography in
1972 for his pictures of the Vietnam War taken the prior year. He was
also President Gerald R. Ford’s chief White House photographer. He is on
the board of advisers of the Fallen Journalists Memorial Foundation.</i></span> </span></span></p>secretfragileskieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04463225545455119563noreply@blogger.com0