You know all my angels.
How could I say no to you,
Category: language
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lose himself in the mechanics of the ordinary (CK)
I dissent the erosion of the imaginary
I dissent the egregious display of power, poor governance, lack of empathy, little disregard for life and the living, the reluctance to help those in need, the militarization of public space, the inherent threat in the display of might and potentiality to cause great harm, the unnecessary and aggressive measures as claims of defending sovereignty, the regressive moves against our heterogeneous and complex communities, the erosion of the social, practices of community, justice, democracy, and civility.
in proportion
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The longing to stay, to reach out and touch her was deep (CK)
slightly greater things
limited utopias uphold the practice of artmaking as a performance of non-fulfillment
… deputize for political thought the collection of formal, rhetorical, and tropological maneuvers
Paulò majora canamus—let us sing, of slightly greater things.
-AN
ICE’s War on Home, (LRB). “… at once an autonomous phenomenon and a continuation of the George Floyd rebellion of 2020 and the student-led campaign against the war on Gaza.”
AG_1020129ac or time to sit quiet, face to face with thee
I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.
To-day the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.
Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.
Gitanjali 5, Rabindranath Tagore
Which holds enchantment round each hiddenbend
Let us go back together to the hills.
Weary am I of palaces and courts,
Weary of words disloyal to my thoughts,—
Come, my belovèd, let us to the hills.
Let us go back together to the land,
And wander hand in hand upon the heights;
Kings have we seen, and manifold delights,—
Oh, my beloved, let us to the land!
Lone and unshackled, let us to the road
Which holds enchantment round each hiddenbend,
Our course uncompassed and our whim its end,
Our feet once more, belovèd, to the road!
Song: Let Us Go Back, Vita Sackville-West