Holi Festival at Wes. So much paint. In my lungs. In my hair. EVERYWHERE. But…It was beautiful. I loved it.
(Source: textsfromhillaryclinton)
Awake, The Nucc
This Wagner class discussing his influence on Modernism with his ideas on society and art (specifically Gesamtkunstwerk) sometimes never ends (thank you Hipster #3 for your useless commentary on the role of myth in his work).
Before yesterday’s Krewe du Vieux parade, I saw a cat enter a bar (Molly’s), plop itself up on a barstool and get served a drink. And that wasn’t even the strangest thing I saw last night.
Before You Know What Kindness Really Is -Naomi Shihab Nye
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.
POETRYEATER: from David Lehman, "Mythologies"
III.
At a festival of conceptual art in Cairo,
I saw a tank buried entirely in snow.
I knew then that silence is the source
Of all music, all laughter, all thought, and so
I stuffed pebbles in my mouth and stood by the sea
And roared my defiance of the waves. It was here,
Years before,…
Enjoy the first new issue of 2012—J.E. Reich’s “The Story of Us”—on your mobile device!
Besame Mucho by her is one of the most beautiful sounds I have ever heard. I am sad…her music characterized most of my teenage longings and dreams to be independent and have a life full of adventure, away from Los Angeles, in lands most people would have trouble finding on a map.
