The band The Golden Hours (which consists of Lowland Hum and David Wax Museum) on stage performing
Lake Street Dive on stage performing
I saw Lowland Hum, David Wax Museum, and Lake Street Dive over the weekend, and it was glorious
Cat sitting in a chair like a person
I know how you feel, Pippin
This is so lovely, Han
Oh man, or "Mary Did You Know" my goodness I hate so few things more than that song
I think "God Bless the USA" might have to be my choice, but there are plenty of truly awful songs in the replies, definitely good for a laugh if you need it
Every now and then I have to remind myself that the reason "I don't feel like I know what's going on" is that on evolution's time scale, our brains have barely even begun to adapt for anything beyond eating in caves and avoiding things with big teeth, but there is, uh, a lot more than that happening
1. Log into Bsky meaning to post something silly
2. See the latest news stories in my feed
3. Log off without posting anything because
I just laughed out loud in Aldi
Poster for the movie Red (of the Three Colors trilogy)
This is how you live a life
Genuinely, thank you for putting it so neatly, I really needed it
My heart is feeling just a tiny bit lighter tonight
What a beautiful thing, that I saw this tonight, after having a similar (if longer) exchange with someone very close to me who has caused a great deal of pain in the last year
There is always hope while we are able and willing to return to and welcome each other with kindness
Du Fu, trans. Arthur Sze, full poem text below Spring View The nation is broken, but hills and rivers remain. Spring is in the city, grasses and trees are thick. Touched by the hard times, flowers shed tears. Grieved by separations, birds are startled in their hearts. The beacon fires burned for three consecutive months. A letter from home would be worth ten thousand pieces of gold. As I scratch my white head, the hairs become ewer: so scarce that I try in vain to fasten them with a pin.
The nation is broken, but hills and rivers remain.
Du Fu, trans. Arthur Sze
and the old years blow back / like a wind /
—Lucille Clifton
Let's have more poems this year, hm?
Two from Lowland Hum, obviously
Make me steady like a melody
Make me humble like a wheat field
Make me soft as an open window
Help me love what is unending
Help me love what is unending
Help me love what is
(from Morning Meal)
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One cannot become
Simple and true in one day
(from Winter Grass)
How good it is, indeed
Garden To have a child is to be a child is to take on gravity from both ends, downspirallingdown through time mutually nurtered across the silent reach dawn, into each new morning, into the patient quiver of a midday breeze, dusk, yielding to the icy harmonies of night. Grandparentsounds, bell melodies from the deepshadow of memory Enchanted by wounds we do not yet comprehend great, gaping days impel us whispering, blossoming, becoming We keep a welcome witness as roots extend in expectation as seeds become garden— put your hands with mine into the warm rolled soil.
Apparently it's National Poetry Day in the UK, so here's a poem in progress.
For context, this weaves in some phrases & words from the poems my grandpa wrote for his grandkids' births, and the title "Garden" is a play on his poem "Seed", which was written for his own children.
Poem on, friends.
In an autumn of personal sorrow, this poem is burrowing deeper into my heart than usual, which is saying something
B To be. To love an other only for being.
Denise Levertov, always
In the last couple months, I've bought the collected poems of Czesław Miłosz, two by Denise Levertov, and one by Adrienne Rich, and I am seriously thinking about taking a break from social media until I finish them all
palgorithm > algorithm
starting to think we should give "strange women lying in ponds distributing swords" a chance as a basis for our system of government
The #1 way to explain America working properly is by saying “comedians can make fun of he President on TV.” A good way to explain fascism is “the President forces companies to fire those comedians as a condition of allowing them to conduct business.”
This is probably gonna sound nuts, but I have an idea for a 2P semi-cooperative physical adaptation/spinoff of... Balatro? So if that sounds like a thought experiment you'd like to partake in, hit me up 🎲✂️
Update: I finally did give away my copy today
Nothing quite like poetry so good you simply *must* physically put it in someone else's hands
Confession: I did not have it in myself to read Larks that night, and it sat on my desk accusingly for two months, but I just read the whole collection in a single sitting, and I am without words
I may have to give the book away, it's that good
I swear I was going to make this joke in December
