AG2023_1056249a or active participants in our collective becoming

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“This was a place with a very different material and mythological past and present.
[…]
The notion of a more-than-human world further intimates that these things are beings: not passive props in the drama of our own preoccupations, but active participants in our collective becoming.
[…]
Art has a role to play here”

-(JB)


“Of course”


Glass: Four Movements for Two Pianos – IV. — · Katia & Marielle Labèque. 2013 KML Recordings Released on: 2016-09-16 Composer: Philip Glass

AG2021_2020800a or being itself

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“Being itself is relational. […] Our human agency and intentionality transforms the objects of culture into subjects, through the meaning we give to them and the uses we put them to.

[…]

care : a constant attentiveness to the meaning and affect of our entanglement.

[…]

politics : the hard, meaty detail of debate, decision-making, power relationships and status.”

-James Bridle, Ways of Being


“We had fed the heart on fantasies,
The heart’s grown brutal from the fare,
More substance in our enmities
Than in our love; oh, honey-bees
Come build in the empty house of the stare.”

VI—The Stare’s Nest By My Window, W. B. Yeats.


Bernardo Arévalo, from the progressive Movimiento Semilla party, won Guatemala’s presidential election. (theguardian)

AG2023_1066428a or I step quietly … find your shape

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It is a good day when I see you,
powder-red bloom
on a floating branch.
Or hear you, sliding your one note

barbershop style.
You are always a distance
from me–I try

to get close.
When the sun has hardly risen,
I step quietly
through the woods,

find your shape. Say
to myself: hide,

desire. Yours are not the kind
of hands

to catch this kind of bird.

Bird in the Head by Ailish Hopper

AG2023_1870898a is a tendril

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“I have faltered in my appointed duty.
It is a small sacrilege, a minor heresy.

[…]

To whom is their offering rendered,
and from whom derived,

these fallen things

[…]

its fragrance is a tendril
connecting my mind to the rain,

a root, a tap, a tether.

Campbell McGrath, Late Spring.


“There are no ghosts, but up here”—she gestured toward her head—“it’s a haunted house.” (GZ)


Cuckoo Is in the Nest by Daniel Pemberton, Amsterdam.

I ordered my heart to be patient

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Bolster our psychological immune system (via theguardian) : position our perspective in a neutral zone rather than see through a negative bias; try to be in present moment; aim for the meaningful and purposeful; accept how, where/when, and what we are while we are in as we experience difficulties in life.


“… And I ordered my heart to be patient: Be neutral as if you were not of me!” – (Mahmoud Darwish)