'minds - and winds'







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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:

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

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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).

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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.

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I wish I was a deliberate Kushner tortoise:



Tony Kushner, 'We Call That Failure Art.'

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

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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.
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A brass bubble machine.

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

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

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