There is always the temptation in life to diddle around making itsy-bitsy friends and meals and journeys for years on end. It is all so self conscience, so apparently moral…But I won’t have it. The world is wilder than that in all directions, more dangerous…more extravagant and bright. We are…raising tomatoes when we should be raising Cain, or Lazarus.
Art by Matthew Daniel Swan
Nice NPR video, How We Decompress From Stress.
"People in Detroit aren’t just urban gardening. They’re starting a new mode of education. They’re trying to give children the education to be ‘solutionaries’ rather than people who are going to get jobs in the system." Civil rights icon Grace Lee Boggs on Detroit, the limits of protest organizing, and what she’s learned over seven decades of activism. Small Rebellions
Art of the Title: We Are The Giant.
Filmmaker MP Cunningham tells the story of “stalker photographer” Alex’s dangerous, and to my mind, appalling hobby in the short documentary, The Observer.
"A GOP staffer was arrested for carrying a 9mm into the Capitol complex because the only place Congress won’t allow guns is in their offices." Joel Ingersoll
Whoa — lost track of time. Hungry and tired, i’m off to remedy both. Enjoy your evening.
Out-Of-Control Tower made me smile.
Bill is fifty-two years old, has a mountain man beard, and delivers pizza on a fixed-gear bike in Brooklyn. Documentary short: Delivery.
"Andrew Hozier-Byrne’s voice is so rich, so vital and so soulful, I’m certain I’ll follow his music for a long time to come. The 24-year-old Irishman, who performs under the name Hozier, opens this set with the brilliant and instantly grabby song Take Me to Church, about passion, sex and religion.” Bob Boilen, NPR
The Importance of a Good Lie, and Other Truths of Southern Storytelling. Capone On Ponce by Myke Johns.
The passage of time is often difficult to visualise, its effects so gradual they can be hard to perceive. We age but we don’t even notice it: in one photo, a child; in the next, an adult. In Danielle, filmmaker Anthony Cerniello achieves a remarkable visual expression of ageing, animating still photos of various members of one family to depict a girl’s passage from childhood to old age.
"I look at it this way. I’m not an eavesdropper, I have an attention surplus disorder." Robert Brault
Kinda torn between quitting this until or if I feel better or sticking it out and hoping at some point I can manage to be relevant or interesting.
As lists go, this is a fairly nice one. As a side note, the name Christine Kwan seemed familiar. It nagged at me most of the weekend ‘til I figured it out — but back to The Burning House. Who doesn’t enjoy its telling premise? “If your house was burning, what would you take with you?” Of course, there’s always a number of folks carefully choose items they think we’ll think are cool, while a few folks come off as downright supercilious. Key of my Summer House. Seriously? Because what? You live in a land where keys cannot be replaced? Of course, The Burning House is merely an interesting bit of fun. Like most of you, I have possessions that mean the world to me, but in time they’re likely to become destroyed in any case, or end up in a landfill or on the grandchild edition of Big Happy Funhouse. What matters is life, so speaking for myself, i’d probably be the charred sap who died of smoke inhalation trying to round up two clown cats. Oh, say, lookee here. Maybe we’re not so different after all.
It flows thru
the death of me
like a river
American poet Gregory Nunzio Corso (26 March 1930 – 17 January 2001) died of prostate cancer. His ashes were deposited at the foot of the grave of poet Percy Bysshe Shelley in the Cimitero Acattolico, the Protestant Cemetery in Rome. Although Corso was Catholic and the cemetery was strictly Protestant, an exception was made for him. Corso also wrote his own epitaph, above.