Category: landscape

  • True words end; lies extend.

    Even half-blind men
    hope to see again.

    True words end;
    lies extend.

    via Proverbs

  • bars travel to the United States by citizens of


    A sweeping travel ban targeting African and Middle Eastern countries takes effect Monday.

    [The President of the US] on Wednesday signed a travel ban on 12 countries, primarily in Africa and the Middle East, resurrecting an effort from his first term to prevent large numbers of immigrants and visitors from entering the United States.

    The ban, which goes into effect on Monday, bars travel to the United States by citizens of Afghanistan, Myanmar, Chad, the Republic of Congo, Equatorial Guinea, Eritrea, Haiti, Iran, Libya, Somalia, Sudan and Yemen.

    via NYTimes (June 4, 2025, 8:52 p.m. ET).

    There’s also a list of exceptions, including green card holders, dual citizens, athletes traveling to the U.S. for the World Cup or the Olympics, and others. See who’s exempted.

  • take whatever kindness you can find


    Yes, of course, 

    in the end so much comes down to privilege 

    and its various penumbras, but too much 

    of our unruly animus has already been 

    wasted on reprisals, too much of the

    unblessed air is filled with smoke from 

    undignified fires. Oh friends, take

    whatever kindness you can find

    and be profligate in its expenditure

    Be Kind, Michael Blumenthal

  • Wild nights!


    Wild nights – Wild nights!

    Were I with thee

    Wild nights should be

    Our luxury!

    Futile – the winds –

    To a Heart in port –

    Done with the Compass –

    Done with the Chart!

    Rowing in Eden –

    Ah – the Sea!

    Might I but moor – tonight –

    In thee!

    Wild nights – Wild nights!, Emily Dickinson

  • AG2021_2030352a or sing and rise up into the light with love and ease


    But then there comes that moment rare
    When, for no cause that I can find,
    The little voices of the air
    Sound above all the sea and wind.

    The sea and wind do then obey
    And sighing, sighing double notes
    Of double basses, content to play
    A droning chord for the little throats—

    The little throats that sing and rise
    Up into the light with lovely ease
    And a kind of magical, sweet surprise

    To hear and know themselves for these—

    For these little voices: the bee, the fly,
    The leaf that taps, the pod that breaks,
    The breeze on the grass-tops bending by,
    The shrill quick sound that the insect makes.

    Voices of the Air, Katherine Mansfield


    Bernie Sanders.

  • sick logic and feeble reasoning are cured by the perfect symmetry of


    When I am feeling depressed and anxious sullen
    all you have to do is take your clothes off
    and all is wiped away revealing life’s tenderness
    that we are flesh and breathe
    and are near us
    as you are really as you are I become as I
    really am alive and knowing vaguely what is
    and what is important to me above the intrusions
    of incident and accidental relationships
    which have nothing to do with my life

    when I am in your presence I feel life is strong
    and will defeat all its enemies and all of mine
    and all of yours and yours in you and mine in me
    sick logic and feeble reasoning are cured
    by the perfect symmetry of your arms and legs
    spread out making an eternal circle together
    creating a golden pillar beside the Atlantic
    the faint line of hair dividing your torso
    gives my mind rest and emotions their release
    into the infinite air where since once we are
    together we always will be in this life come what may

    Poem “À la recherche d’ Gertrude Stein“, Frank O’Hara

  • murmured breath, a warm cardinal wind


    Onajide has prepared a solo exhibition set to open on 31 May, 6 pm (18 hr) at 101 NW 79th Street, Miami, FL. If you’re in town please accept this as an invitation to stop by. The exhibition is titled, Murmur.


    In the beginning, there was your mouth:
    soft rose, rose murmur, murmured breath, a warm

    cardinal wind that drew my needle north.
    Magnetic flux, the press of form to form. 

    In the beginning, Donika Kelly

  • In freedom & captivity

    My birds in freedom & captivity, Hubert D. Astley, London :J. M. Dent, 1900.
    biodiversitylibrary.org/page/13687960


    The Avicultural magazine, Being the Journal of the Avicultural Society for the study of British and foreign birds in freedom and captivity. Edited by the Marquess of Tavistock. Fourth Series, Volume II. January 1924 to December 1924.
    biodiversitylibrary.org/page/56200435


    Gray lady and the birds
    New York,The Macmillan company, 1907
    www.biodiversitylibrary.org/item/45945