'minds - and winds'


A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring
In contrast with the things that sing
Not Birds entirely – but Minds –
And Winds – Minute Effulgencies
When what they sung for is undone
Who cares about a Blue Bird's Tune –
Why, Resurrection had to wait
Till they had moved a Stone –

Emily Dickinson, ca. 1881. Amherst College Archives & Special Collections, via The Morgan Library.

sunday tune: the tallest man on earth - love is all

One from the archives (originally posted 11/17/13). 

I was listening to real radio programmed by humans this week — thank you WRUW — and they played this song. 

'Like a house made from spider webs and the clouds rolling in...'

odds and ends / 3.23.2017

I've sat down at my keyboard many times in the past few weeks, wanting to write, but I'm out of practice organizing my thoughts.

I find myself missing blogging circa 2008, when I still was figuring out what a blog could be and made a post out of whatever seemed interesting. In that spirit, here are some odds and ends — some shared on Twitter, some on Pinterest, and some rescued from the languishing depths of desktop folders and bookmark files:

Haford Grange Goat's Beard paperweight
Drake's pocket squares (horse and tiger)
Yellow sandals (A Détacher Highsmith)
Dappled leather pom pom

Q. What are the five important ingredients in your kitchen?  
A. Sea beets, dried mushrooms, apples, mint and dandelion.
Roger Phillips, interviewed in The Gannet (discovered thanks to Jessica Stanley).


A stained glass cabin featuring an owl with agate eyes and a spiderweb with dewdrops made of antique cut-glass crystals that make rainbows when the light is right.

The same artist makes a honeycomb suncatcher.

I wish I was a deliberate Kushner tortoise:

Tony Kushner, 'We Call That Failure Art.'


'Translating Borges into Trees: An Interview With Book Artist Katie Holten'

Tom Nichols, The Death of Expertise:
To reject the advice of experts is to assert autonomy, a way for Americans to insulate their increasingly fragile egos from ever being told they’re wrong about anything. It is a new Declaration of Independence: No longer do we hold these truths to be self-evident, we hold all truths to be self-evident, even the ones that aren’t true. All things are knowable and every opinion on any subject is as good as any other.

A brass bubble machine.


Two new(ish) books I want to read:
Teju Cole: Known and Strange Things.
Derek Walcott and Peter Doig: Morning, Paramin.


'TV show contestants spend year in wilderness – with no one watching.'