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Samuel Beckett waited outside Lidl to do the same but his supplier never turned up

When I Heard at the Close of Day Walt Whitman 1819 –1892 When I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv’d with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that follow’d, And else when I carous’d, or when my plans were accomplish’d, still I was not happy, But the day when I rose at dawn from the bed of perfect health, refresh’d, singing, inhaling the ripe breath of autumn, When I saw the full moon in the west grow pale and disappear in the morning light, When I wander’d alone over the beach, and undressing bathed, laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise, And when I thought how my dear friend my lover was on his way coming, O then I was happy, O then each breath tasted sweeter, and all that day my food nourish’d me more, and the beautiful day pass’d well, And the next came with equal joy, and with the next at evening came my friend, And that night, while all was still I heard the waters roll slowly continually up the shores, I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands as directed to me whispering to congratulate me, For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the same cover in the cool night, In the stillness in the autumn moonbeams his face was inclined toward me, And his arm lay lightly around my breast—and that night I was happy.

National Poetry Month 2026

Day 15 - When I Heard at the Close of Day by Walt Whitman
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American actress Agnes Ayres was born #OnThisDay in 1892. She starred as Mary Maddock in the 1921 silent film, Forbidden Fruit. Famed designer Natacha Rambova created Ayres' fabulous 18th century inspired costume for the "Cinderella Ball" sequence of the film. #film #costume

FOR A STUDENT WHO USED AI TO WRITE A PAPER Now I let it fall back in the grasses. I hear you. I know this life is hard now. I know your days are precious on this earth. But what are you trying to be free of? The living? The miraculous task of it? Love is for the ones who love the work.

Sending you lots of love 💙💙💙

rivers cuomo should have gotten his ass beat more

Here is my pride flag everybody! I hung one up yesterday in my office at Boston University, as they seek to enforce and defend a policy of removing them (along with other banners in public view, they say).

This is a small act of love for my corner of the world, in a dark time. This flag goes deep.

That one had me sobbing when Mini and I watched the first time. So good.

A digital illustration of a fat cat, done in yellow, cream, vermilion and forest green. The cat is stretching to try grab some treats, with the treat box being stuck around its waist.

failing is hot girl behaviour 🫵🏻💥

Such a lovely bun, and so lucky to have you as her human. I'm so sorry 💚

Oh no!! I hope it passes quickly. 💚

Getting your Oscar tweets in early?

Seriously, and also one of those moments where your brain is probably wondering how long lint rolling can feasibly take

ICE Agent Injured After Repeatedly Trying To Detain People In Neighborhood Mural

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Stop playing Wordle. Seriously, stop playing Wordle. Here are five other word games to try instead. Most of them are free to download or cheap to one-time purchase. No excuses.

If you can't materially support trans people, at least stop playing Wordle. The best time to stop playing Wordle was when the NYT acquired it. The second best time is now. I've linked five other word games for you to play. No more excuses. pressspacetojump.com/feature/if-y...

instantly assumed this was a kaiju situation

Hooray birth!

A bright spot in these dark times is the return of feral baseball players from their hibernation.

I think i bought this album in 1999

Look, he's a certified himbo who doesn't know how big he is, and cats don't understand much English, but i am trying

John Kruk in his playing days, smiling while wearing his Phillies BP jersey.

Pitchers and catchers, everybody. Let’s get after it today.

I'd like to share with you this perfect moss ball 🌿✨

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Next time somebody tries to get me to justify the existence of the humanities, I’ll just point out how for the past two Super Bowls we’ve all jumped online and engaged in collective semiotics and hermeneutics of the half-time show as text.

A sleeping black and white cat surrounded by various stuffed animals.

Jalapeño has been napping with his stuffties lately, and it warms my heart.

Democratizing the arts looks like universal income, low-barrier grants for both emerging and working artists, well-funded municipal arts & recreation programs, vibrant third spaces, and a well-funded public school system with progressive curriculum.

Not a free pass for corporate-owned slop engines.

Nonew pictures, where are you mentally?

Sending you love and comfort, pal ❤️