Neil Young, Revolution Blues
An angry Neil Young always cuts through the noise.
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Atonement / Joe Wright, dir. (2007) Better book than film - nothing new there - though in the first half of the movie, Wright fully captured McEwan's novel. “If I fell in the river, would you save me?”
Atonement / Joe Wright, dir. (2007)
Better book than film - nothing new there - though in the first half of the movie, Wright fully captured McEwan's novel.
“If I fell in the river, would you save me?”
Adrienne Rich, from "What Kind of Times Are These"
Adrienne Rich, from "What Kind of Times Are These"
Painting of a bouquet of white trilliums (also known as wake-robins) arranged in a greyish-white, two-handled ceramic vase set against a decorative wallpaper with pattern of red, pink, and orange flowers on a blue background. The vase sits on a reddish-brown tablecloth.
Flowers in a two-handled vase, Dora Carrington, c.1925
You go, girlfriend! 😂
Boston Baroque dropping plots in 30 secs. Blink & you’ll miss oath, storm, AND emotional collapse. 👑 🌊 😬
“Fuor del mar” is basically, “I’m fine” sung at Olympic difficulty while our guy Idomeneo is absolutely *not* fine.
Tenor Ian Bostridge here:
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"‘Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence. And though admittedly such a thing never happened, it is still conceivable that someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence certainly never’ (Franz Kafka)."
Oil painting "Pink Window of Time" by Rebecca Harp. A dimly lit room. Pink light streaming in through the window highlights a lamp on a small cabinet; a chandelier is reflected on the wall.
Thinking about time and light in this painting by Rebecca Harp, while a sleepless night spent in a hotel threatens to annihilate the coming day in every possible way.
Pink Window of Time by Rebecca Harp
I'm so honored to be part of this stellar group of writers at one of my favorite journals. Thank you to @tylermalone.bsky.social for my fitting artwork too!
I've written very little in the last 18 months. This story bears more weight than usual.
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"He pulled his starched white handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped away his loss. After that day, he perched on the bathtub edge all day, idly folding paper into stacks of boats." An amazing story, Amy. Wow.
"After that day, he perched on the bathtub edge all day, idly folding paper into stacks of boats.
'I’m creating an armada.'"
Big love for this remarkable piece of writing by @amygcb.bsky.social 💙💙💙
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“We’re friends you say we’re
knives sometimes making the little hurt
noise loners make”
@bidoofaloof.bsky.social in Twisted Tongue Press twistedtonguepress.com/issue-2/essa...
MANIFEST — after Andrei Tarkovsky’s Solaris Why fetishize a far elsewhere? Already you transport our fractures wherever you exist. Postmemory, slow-pan the scarlet interior. Stations oneiric, each Jungian guest graded & bled, braced for the next impermanence. Where every faux-garden subverts the path to idyll. Abandoned teacups divining in summer-rain eventually flood with caveat. Prodigal son the father you’re losing recollects as drops of a sentient away. Vikki C.
Shared for TTT, a new 60-word cosmic poem MANIFEST, after Andrei Tarkovsky's epic sci-fi SOLARIS.
Noted for its refusals of the mainstream utopian framework – instead mapping otherness to consciousness travel via surreal dream sequences.
Thank you @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social✨️
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Your poem is magical in capturing the sense and feel of Tarkovsky. 👋👋👋
Golden Memoria by Rose Knapp
#art #digitalart #abstractart
Not abstract—
- Robert Creeley, “Thinking of Walter Benjamin”
I don’t believe in honor or honorable nation-states but I believe in the sumptuous crimson of D. Tintoretto’s painting.
watching the last university standing in Gaza get pulverized by bombs on this screen is so real and so sobering and i hope every influencer at Coachella dreams about it tonight.
e) Autonomy. Don’t be a loser, don’t get Your name in the paper stay underground or Elsewhere when the Authorities arrive Big show of elegant fronds green plumes The business end of it completely unnoticed.
Philip Whalen
7 You light me to bed with your light, and never a night but I am prey to ghostly visions—a tenderness not usual in my family. The lion pauses a certain space of time, amid a sea of divers thoughts, choppy half- desires, memoranda of search and hunger, very peculiar ideas of the world.
a tenderness
Keith Waldrop
Gravity
Twice now, I've said it and she has not moved. And so I start to think about turtles: their balancing acts, the repetitive downward sloping of their shells. They have beaks, not teeth, so they chew in circles, lower jaws thrown into orbit. She looks down at her plate and doesn't say, I'm…
Many thanks to @robmclennan.bsky.social for publishing this new poem of mine @chaudierebooks.bsky.social for National Poetry Month! 📚💙
Put on this coat of goose feather.
These sealskin boots. Wipe tallow on your lips.
We may see a gam of whales today.
When we return, our loves may still love us…
Han VanderHart #poetry #NaPoMo #NationalPoetryMonth 📚💙
Poetry Month, Haiku Poetry Day and other occasions for poems w/ @suefinch.bsky.social @clareshawpoet.bsky.social @shawnalemay.bsky.social @victoriaspires.bsky.social @poetclare.bsky.social @jannoble.bsky.social @samrasnake.bsky.social @nadiadevries.bsky.social 2/4
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Great selections, Dave. Thank you for including my thoughts on Hirshfield. 🙏
Patti Smith, Land: Horses / Land of a Thousand Dances / La Mer (de}
Horses is one of my 10 favorite recordings.
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Sunset Boulevard / Billy Wilder, dir. (1950) “We didn't need dialogue. We had faces!”
Sunset Boulevard / Billy Wilder, dir. (1950)
“We didn't need dialogue. We had faces!”
Whitman What a filthy Presidentiad! (O South, your torrid suns! O North, your arctic freezings!) Are those really Congressmen? are those the great Judges? is that the President? Then I will sleep awhile yet, for I see that these States sleep, for reasons 2/2
Whitman
What a filthy Presidentiad! (O South, your torrid suns! O North, your arctic freezings!)
Are those really Congressmen? are those the great Judges? is that the President?
Then I will sleep awhile yet, for I see that these States sleep, for reasons
2/2
Timely. Walt Whitman, from “To the States,” Why reclining, interrogating? why myself and all drowsing? What deepening twilight—scum floating atop of the waters, Who are they as bats and night-dogs askant in the capitol? 1/2
Timely.
Walt Whitman, from “To the States,”
Why reclining, interrogating? why myself and all drowsing?
What deepening twilight—scum floating atop of the waters,
Who are they as bats and night-dogs askant in the capitol?
1/2
It's filling up!
Memories seem to us like messages from the past whose author isn’t quite the self we know.
-- Kay Ryan, Synthesizing Gravity: Selected Prose