Happy National Poetry Month from this first grader:
We did the soft wind. We danst slowly. We swrld aroned. We danst soft. We lisin to the mozik. We danst to the mozik. We made personal space.
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Happy National Poetry Month from this first grader:
We did the soft wind. We danst slowly. We swrld aroned. We danst soft. We lisin to the mozik. We danst to the mozik. We made personal space.
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Diamond Stingily
Diving swans captured by Viktor Lyagushkin
Haku ら臆仮
Su-Jeong Nam
Frank Gohlke, Clothesline, Minneapolis, 1979
do u ever realise that you’re gonna be an adult for the rest of your life
There are so many other words in the english language and you just had to go and say these
a few months ago I was on a plane flying across the U.S. I had a couple friends with me, but we weren’t seated together, so I was sat between a middle-aged businessman and a very elderly man. after takeoff was over I flipped down my tray table and pulled a big ol’ book out of my bag, with a couple pencils and stickynotes, and set to work preparing for my upcoming exams. next to me, the old man pulled a book out of his bag and set it out on his tray table. we smiled at each other, a sparkling moment of inter-generational mutual understanding - there’s probably a fifty-year age gap between us, and your life experience has not been anything like mine, but for the next hour we’re both gonna sit quietly and read our books. once the flight landed and I’d taken my headphones out and was starting to pack up, he asked me what I was reading and if I was in school - my furious underlining and constant reference to the endnotes probably gave me away. I explained what I was working on. “When I was a young man I used to read big books like that,” he told me, cheerfully. “Now I read stuff like this.” his book was a beautiful, illustrated Grimm’s Fairytales.
in the course of a whole life, we do return to childhood. we think of this as a curse, because we’re so afraid of not being independent, of needing help to do things we once did alone. but it is also a gift.
Reminds me of the 90 year-old woman who was in my Women of Grace bible study. She was elegant and charming, still lived on her own and her entire wardrobe consisted of clothes that she had sewn herself. She sheepishly admitted to us that she often stayed awake into the early hours of the morning because she was too engrossed in her books - which happened to be fairy tales.
“When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty, I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.”
CS Lewis
My heart 🖤
I know it’s been books so far but I remember waiting for a flight in Memphis for thanksgiving break in uni and I happen to pull out my sketch book and started uselessly doodling my own characters.
Across from me was an older woman, probably 70-ish(?) with a sketch book of her own with glittery stickers on the front. When I stood up I got a glance at what she was drawing,
It was a princess, holding hands with a prince in a very beautiful and detailed style.
Vancouver Daily World, British Columbia, June 27, 1921
Joel Meyerowitz, St. Louis, 1977
I know I told this story before but last year I was having complications with a surgery and I just broke down in a public place and I was trying to gather myself, sitting and leaning on a wall when this girl in cowboy boots approached me and sat down and she asked what was wrong and I told her it was medical issues and she said “I understand, I have to have my foot amputated next week” and it shocked me out of crying and I was like “wow that sucks!” And she said “yeah.” And then she just touched my arm so tenderly and told me “I promise you that this problem will have its place, and everything is going to work out.” And the way she said it just made me really believe her. She said. “We’re just gonna have to cowgirl up.” And then she stood up and walked away and I’d call that a genuine encounter with an angel but the truth is there is a lot of goodness right here on earth in humanity and it’s shining and pure.
Okay but “this problem will have its place” is genuinely inspiring
THAT REALLY STRUCK ME because I’ve always hated the tired rhetoric of “this happened for a reason” and this feels like a more genuine, comforting take on that. Not “it happened for a reason,” but “this will find its spot in your life and your future that it fits into in a way that will eventually work out even though it sucks that it happened.” Love that.
Tunnel of Love, Ukraine
Independence Daily Reporter, Kansas, August 25, 1906
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This is bad news. Nature abhors a vacuum.
goddammit Patrick
this is my favourite joke on this website - maybe hail patrick
Charlie Roberts
Francis Alÿs, Nightwatch, 2004.
Surveillance cameras observe a fox exploring the Tudor and Georgian rooms of the National Portrait Gallery at night.
This is also hilarious because the Tudor portraits are upstairs on like the third floor so that fox also had to go up the stationary escalators long story short he was on A Mission
He knows something
He’s the reincarnation of either one of the rulers or their painters.