Arts of the Possible: Adrienne Rich on Writing, Capitalism, Freedom, and How Silence Fertilizes the Human Imagination | Brain Pickings

Rich begins by considering the perilous interplay of the market and the mind in capitalist culture:

Arts of the Possible: Adrienne Rich on Writing, Capitalism, Freedom, and How Silence Fertilizes the Human Imagination | Brain Pickings.

Love, Lunacy, and a Life Fully Lived: Oliver Sacks, the Science of Seeing, and the Art of Being Seen | Brain Pickings

Oliver Sacks (Photograph: Nicholas Naylor-Leland)

Love, Lunacy, and a Life Fully Lived: Oliver Sacks, the Science of Seeing, and the Art of Being Seen | Brain Pickings.

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Muttscomics.

“Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong” – The New Yorker

Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong

by Ocean Vuong

After Frank O’Hara / After Roger Reeves

Ocean, don’t be afraid.The end of the road is so far aheadit is already behind us.Don’t worry. Your father is only your fatheruntil one of you forgets. Like how the spinewon’t remember its wingsno matter how many times our kneeskiss the pavement. Ocean,are you listening? The most beautiful partof your body is whereveryour mother’s shadow falls.Here’s the house with childhoodwhittled down to a single red tripwire.Don’t worry. Just call it horizon& you’ll never reach it.Here’s today. Jump. I promise it’s nota lifeboat. Here’s the manwhose arms are wide enough to gatheryour leaving. & here the moment,just after the lights go out, when you can still seethe faint torch between his legs.How you use it again & againto find your own hands.You asked for a second chance& are given a mouth to empty into.Don’t be afraid, the gunfireis only the sound of peopletrying to live a little longer. Ocean. Ocean,get up. The most beautiful part of your bodyis where it’s headed. & remember,loneliness is still time spentwith the world. Here’sthe room with everyone in it.Your dead friends passingthrough you like windthrough a wind chime. Here’s a deskwith the gimp leg & a brickto make it last. Yes, here’s a roomso warm & blood-close,I swear, you will wake—& mistake these walls

for skin.

“Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong” – The New Yorker.

TOM CLARK: The only moment we have is right now

old pic from #Burma #Myanmar at the #ShwedagonPaya hopefully this is not what #Wirathu will preach – #Monks and #Guns: image via ayeshas @ayeshasitara, 11 September 2013

TOM CLARK: The only moment we have is right now.

Shades by D. H. Lawrence | Academy of American Poets

Shades

D. H. Lawrence1885 – 1930

Shall I tell you, then, how it is?—
There came a cloven gleam
Like a tongue of darkened flame
To flicker in me.

And so I seem
To have you still the same
In one world with me.

In the flicker of a flower,
In a worm that is blind, yet strives,
In a mouse that pauses to listen

Glimmers our
Shadow; yet it deprives
Them none of their glisten.

In every shaken morsel
I see our shadow tremble
As if it rippled from out of us hand in hand.

As if it were part and parcel,
One shadow, and we need not dissemble
Our darkness: do you understand?

For I have told you plainly how it is.

Shades | Academy of American Poets.

The Quietus | Tome On The Range | Goldsmith, Place & What Gringpo Means For Your Reading

The Quietus | Features | Tome On The Range | Goldsmith, Place & What Gringpo Means For Your Reading.

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