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Ave Barrera
Monday, August 8, 2022
Sunday, August 7, 2022
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MIRCEA ELIADE
Rites and Symbols of Initiation: The Mysteries of Birth and Rebirth
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Without conscious rituals of loss and renewal, individuals and societies lose the capacity to experience the sorrows and joy that are essential for feeling fully human. Without them life flattens out, and meaning drains from both living and dying. Soon there is a death of meaning and an increase in meaningless deaths.
Saturday, August 6, 2022
Friday, August 5, 2022
WILLIAM ALLINGHAM
“The Fairies”
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Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting
For fear of little men
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl’s feather!
Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain lake,
With frogs for their watch-dogs,
All night awake.
High on the hill-top
The old king sits;
He is now so old and gray
He’s nigh lost his wits.
With a bridge of white mist
Columbkill he crosses,
On his stately journeys
From Slieveleague to Rosses;
Or going up with music
On cold starry nights,
To sup with the Queen
Of the gay Northern Lights
Thursday, August 4, 2022
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Wednesday, August 3, 2022
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ELIAS CANETTI
The Human Province
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Nothing among all human emotions is more beautiful and more hopeless than the wish to be loved for oneself alone. Who are you anyway, next to countless others, to deserve such preference? We do not want to be interchangeable; let no one be able to pinch-it for us. A figurative, unmistakable claiming to be spatial and spiritual.
As though the earth had only one heaven, and heaven only one earth, we lay claim to the validity of both and, if we have one, we want to be the other. In reality, however, we are filled with planets, and countless heavens open their doors to us.
Tuesday, August 2, 2022
Monday, August 1, 2022
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MARK AKENSIDE
The Pleasures of Imagination
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Mind, mind alone, bear witness, earth and heaven!
The living fountains in itself contains
Of beauteous and sublime.
Nor ever yet
The melting rainbow’s vernal-tinctured hues
To me have shone so pleasing, as when first
The hand of science pointed out the path
In which the sun-beams gleaming from the west
Fall on the wat’ry cloud.
Sunday, July 31, 2022
1932-2022
One day, at an NAACP function, a fan greeted her: Martin Luther King Jr. He said how important her role was and how his family watched Star Trek faithfully and adored her in particular - the only Black character. Nichols thanked him, but said she planned to leave.
“You cannot and you must not. Don’t you realize how important your presence, your character is? ... Don’t you see? This is not a Black role, and this is not a female role. You have the first non stereotypical role on television, male or female. You have broken ground ... For the first time, the world sees us as we should be seen, as equals, as intelligent people - as we should be.”
Nichols stayed.
Text copied and edited from the article "A conversation with MLK Jr. kept Nichelle Nichols from exiting Star Trek."
Arielle Kass, The Atlanta Journal-Constitution - February 2021.
Saturday, July 30, 2022
Friday, July 29, 2022
LANGSTON HUGHES
"Cross"
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My old man's a white old man
And my old mother's black.
If ever I cursed my white old man
I take my curses back.
If ever I cursed my black old mother
And wished she were in hell,
I'm sorry for that evil wish
And now I wish her well
My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder where I'm going to die,
Being neither white nor black?
Thursday, July 28, 2022
Wednesday, July 27, 2022
Tuesday, July 26, 2022
THOMAS HARDY
"How Great My Grief"
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How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
- Have the slow years not brought to view
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Nor memory shaped old times anew,
Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee?
TOMAS TRANSTRÖMER
"The Indoors Is Endless"
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It’s spring in 1827, Beethoven
hoists his death-mask and sails off.
The grindstones are turning in Europe’s windmills.
The wild geese are flying northwards.
Here is the north, here is Stockholm
swimming palaces and hovels.
The logs in the royal fireplace
collapse from Attention to At Ease.
Peace prevails, vaccine and potatoes,
but the city wells breathe heavily.
Privy barrels in sedan chairs like paschas
are carried by night over the North Bridge.
The cobblestones make them stagger
mamselles loafers gentlemen.
Implacably still, the sign-board
with the smoking blackamoor.
So many islands, so much rowing
with invisible oars against the current!
The channels open up, April May
and sweet honey dribbling June.
The heat reaches islands far out.
The village doors are open, except one.
The snake-clock’s pointer licks the silence.
The rock slopes glow with geology’s patience.
It happened like this, or almost.
It is an obscure family tale
about Erik, done down by a curse
disabled by a bullet through the soul.
He went to town, met an enemy
and sailed home sick and grey.
Keeps to his bed all that summer.
The tools on the wall are in mourning.
He lies awake, hears the woolly flutter
of night moths, his moonlight comrades.
His strength ebbs out, he pushes in vain
against the iron-bound tomorrow.
And the God of the depths cries out of the depths
‘Deliver me! Deliver yourself!’
All the surface action turns inwards.
He’s taken apart, put together.
The wind rises and the wild rose bushes
catch on the fleeing light.
The future opens, he looks into
the self-rotating kaleidoscope
sees indistinct fluttering faces
family faces not yet born.
By mistake his gaze strikes me
as I walk around here in Washington
among grandiose houses where only
every second column bears weight.
White buildings in crematorium style
where the dream of the poor turns to ash.
The gentle downward slope gets steeper
and imperceptibly becomes an abyss.
Translated by Robin Fulton
Monday, July 25, 2022
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Sunday, July 24, 2022
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Saturday, July 23, 2022
Friday, July 22, 2022
JOEL KOVEL
Overcoming Zionism: Creating a Single Democratic State in Israel/Palestine
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Overcoming Zionism: Creating a Single Democratic State in Israel/Palestine
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I feel that the notion of Zionism, as that there is this kind of destiny of the Jewish people to have their own state, is just a wrong idea. And it's an idea that requires signing on to imperialism. It means signing on to ethnic cleansing. It means—despite everything that has been said about it, it means basically becoming a racist situation, where you're oppressing an indigenous population and depriving them of their right to existence, and then thinking that somehow you can go ahead and have a decent life on that basis. And you can't, in my view. And I join hands with those people who feel that the time has come to basically think of Israel in the same category as South Africa, as a state that just has gone wrong and needs replacement.
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