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  • I am darkening with song, I am hearkening to wrong

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    I am the smoke king,
    I am black.
    I am swinging in the sky,
    I am ringing worlds on high;
    I am the thought of the throbbing mills,
    I am the soul of the Soul toil kills,
    I am the ripple of trading rills.
    Up I’m curling from the sod,
    I am whirling home to God.
    I am the smoke king,
    I am black.

    I am the smoke king,
    I am black.
    I am wreathing broken hearts,
    I am sheathing devils’ darts;
    Dark inspiration of iron times,
    Wedding the toil of toiling climes,
    Shedding the blood of bloodless crimes,
    Down I lower in the blue,
    Up I tower toward the true.
    I am the smoke king,
    I am black.

    I am the smoke king,
    I am black.
    I am darkening with song,
    I am hearkening to wrong;
    I will be black as blackness can,
    The blacker the mantle the mightier the man,
    My purpl’ing midnights no day dawn may ban.
    I am carving God in night,
    I am painting Hell in white.
    I am the smoke king,
    I am black.

    I am the smoke king,
    I am black.
    I am cursing ruddy morn,
    I am hearsing hearts unborn;
    Souls unto me are as mists in the night,
    I whiten my black men, I blacken my white,
    What’s the hue of a hide to a man in his might!
    Hail, then, gritty, grimy hands,
    Sweet Christ, pity toiling lands!
    Hail to the smoke king
    Hail to the black!

    The Song of the Smoke, William Edward Burghardt Du Bois

    ¡Salud! MIAMI. Miami’s month-long celebration of its vibrant cocktail community. via Sandy Heyaime (PopLife)

  • a beast, no more

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    How all occasions do inform against me,
    And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
    If his chief good and market of his time
    Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
    Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
    Looking before and after, gave us not
    That capability and god-like reason
    To fust in us unused.

    Hamlet, Act IV, Scene IV [How all occasions do inform against me], William Shakespeare

  • A bounty of beauty, safety, and stability

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    We concede that some of Half-Earth socialism’s attributes, such as energy quotas and giving up meat, might not appeal to all, but we think such sacrifices are more attractive than the three demi-utopias offered by the environmental movement. The environmental crisis is already well advanced, so it should not come as a surprise that there are only hard choices left to make. However, Half-Earth socialism is not merely a ‘lesser evil’. One might see that there is much to gain by giving up control over a subsumed nature. While much value must be destroyed by relinquishing the land and sea that has been trawled, mined, and razed, there is a new wealth to be gained too. A bounty of beauty, safety, and stability will come from the thousands of species that will be protected, the gigatonnes of carbon sequestered, the promise of meaningful work and social security, for Half-Earth socialism will be a rich society too. Even if it means figs and beans for dessert.

    Half-Earth Socialism A Plan to Save the Future from Extinction, Climate Change, and Pandemics by Troy Vettese and Drew Pendergrass

    Carmody Groarke is a London based architecture practice founded in 2006 by Kevin Carmody and Andy Groarke.

    Gent Waste Brick; BC Materials. A low carbon brick made from recycled municipal waste from the city of Gent; 1/3 the embodied carbon of a typical clay fired brick.

  • focused on and concentrated

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    The poor, maimed thing. And yet look closer, see—
    How she’s flying, motion focused on
    And concentrated all around her knee,
    And balanced marvelously on the dawn,

    Its coolness, in midair, above the clouds
    At Heathrow, when the skies begin to clear.
    It is her own expression that she shrouds.
    Fleeing the very news that brought us here,

    She bows her head. But look—how she alone
    Is the beheaded one. It’s Time, she’ll say,
    False prophet, that seeks flesh and gnaws the bone.

    And yet I recognized her right away,
    Seeing her here, Iris, the Rainbow, and
    In that moment, we changed native land.

    Ekphrasis: Her Expression, Yiannis Doukas, translated from the Greek by A. E. Stallings

  • And there I will live

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    I will hide my soul and its mighty love 
       In the bosom of this rose,
    And its dispensing breath will take 
       My love wherever it goes.

    And perhaps she’ll pluck this very rose,
        And, quick as blushes start,
    Will breathe my hidden secret in
        Her unsuspecting heart. 

    And there I will live in her embrace
       And the realm of sweetness there,
    Enamored with an ecstasy,
       Of bliss beyond compare. 

    In the Heart of a Rose, George Marion McClellan

  • AG2026__DSF6657b or such and such

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    ‘Such, such were the joys.
    When we all girls & boys,
    In our youth-time were seen,
    On the Ecchoing Green.’

    The Ecchoing Green, William Blake

  • an ongoing encounter with the mystery of the other

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    This … quality also means that enchantment is impervious to the workings of the will, untouchable by the commands and petitions of our ordinary waking consciousness:

    “Because no one is in charge, enchantment is wild, unbiddable. That inconvenient truth means that although it can be invited, it cannot be created, commanded, or managed.” (Curry)

    […]

    All true enchantment may be just this — an ongoing encounter with the mystery of the other, which can never be possessed in words or ideas, only held in wonder. (Popova)

  • savoir reconnaître la distance

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    Le secret du maître est de savoir reconnaître la distance entre la matière enseignée et le sujet à instruire, la distance aussi entre apprendre et comprendre. (Ranciere)

    What Have You Done?, Naomi Shelton, 2008.

    LUMIX Lab.