First posted June 30, 2015 The Old Astronomer to His Pupil Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet,When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of howWe are working to completion, working on from then to… Read More The Old Astronomer to His Pupil / Stunning New Footage Of Earth
Before me there was no time, after me there will be none With me it is born, with me it will die Daniel von Czepko, Sexcenta Monidisticha Sapientum III, II (1655) the feeble artifice of an Argentine adrift on a sea of metaphysics . . . A word on the title: I am not unaware… Read More J. L. Borges: A New Refutation of Time
NB: For all those who think violence will put an end to violence; and that it’s not their problem anyway Are You Still Alive picture yourselfthe best way you canput it onlineand live up to it never weakeverything goes welland no alarmseverything to keep the dream alive nothing ever brings you downit is not your… Read More The Bony King of Nowhere – Are You Still Alive
A Moscow court on Thursday sentenced two men to years in prison for taking part in the recital of verses against the Ukraine campaign during an anti-mobilisation protest last year. Artyom Kamardin, 33, received a seven-year sentence for reciting a poem, and Yegor Shtovba, 23, was sentenced to five and a half years for attending the protest.… Read More Moscow court hands long jail terms to two men for reciting anti-war poetry
By Dan Sheehan It’s been a hell of a 24 hours for writers demonstrating moral courage. Last night at the National Book Awards, over a dozen NBA finalists took to the stage to use their moment in the spotlight to oppose the ongoing bombardment of Gaza and to call for a ceasefire. Then, earlier this morning,… Read More Read Anne Boyer’s extraordinary New York Times resignation letter
Gauze, light, open-weave fabric made of cotton when used for surgical dressings and of silk and other fibres when used for dress trimming. The name is derived from that of the Palestinian city of Gaza, where the fabric is thought to have originated. It is made either by a plain weave or by a leno weave. We are Spartacus Chris Hedges: Letter to the Children… Read More Because Of Us
First posted May 13, 2016 NB: Etel Adnan, writer, poet, artist and musician was born in 1925 and raised in Beirut, Lebanon. Her mother was a Greek from Smyrna, her father, a high ranking Ottoman officer born in Damascus. This prose poem is the final chapter of her book In the Heart of the Heart of Another… Read More Etel Adnan: To Be In A Time Of War
NB: I post this as a tribute to Mahatma Gandhi on his 154th birthday. DS First posted December 31, 2018 “There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence in order to reach forth… Read More Against the Illusion of Separateness: Pablo Neruda’s Beautiful Nobel Acceptance Speech. By Maria Popova
First posted April 02, 2020 This is the time to be slow,Lie low to the wallUntil the bitter weather passes. Try, as best you can, not to letThe wire brush of doubtScrape from your heartAll sense of yourselfAnd your hesitant light. If you remain generous,Time will come good;And you will find your feetAgain on fresh… Read More This is the Time to Be Slow
A spring evening. A large room in an old house. A woman of a certain age, dressed inblack, is speaking to a young man. They have not turned on the lights. Through bothwindows the moonlight shines relentlessly. I forgot to mention that the Woman inBlack has published two or three interesting volume of poetry with… Read More Moonlight Sonata. By Yiannis Ritsos
After the truth-shower 