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blood·sugar·canto
by IRE’NE LARA SILVA
this is what they will not tell you
and this is what you must know
if you hear nothing else i say
hear this
you cannot live in fear
you cannot heal in fear
fear will never make you stronger
fear is the language many doctors speak
they’ll say this is going to kill you
your organs are being bathed in acid
amputation dialysis coma death
and when the body does not obey
as the doctor demands
more pills
more insulin
more syringes
more often
and it will wear on you
the constant battle of
necessity versus necessity
a box of syringes
vs
gas money
the price of sufficient insulin
against
the cost of groceries
testing strips and lancets
vs
the light bill
the cost of one healthy meal
vs
the cost of three fast food meals
another co-pay
and another co-pay
vs
the cost of not seeing the doctor
they will say there are no choices
but there are always choices
though the choices
we make out of fear
are not choices
fear is a prison
fear is worse
than the disease
fear
takes
everything
some will say this is war
war raging within us
blood turned against itself
our bodies falling in battle
the enemy everywhere
within and without
but the word war
turns us against ourselves
and the word disease
renders us victims
and the war is unending
and a war always claims
casualties
in a war
there is no room
for dreaming oneself well
and the first part of the dream
is learning to listen
to your body and to your blood
it is not as simple
as
eat this not that eat that not this
take this not that take that not this
do this not that do that not this
you learn to listen
until you are the one writing the song
and the daily challenges
are the discordant notes
you must work into the score
making something more beautiful
than what there was before
not planned not wanted
but more powerful
because it is truth
but the music
will not come
if you are afraid
music like most things in life
enters in only one of two ways
el amor o el dolor
through love or through pain
i know
no one said
we were worthy of love
no one said
we were precious
or that our lives were gifts
no one said
let us learn to love ourselves
heal ourselves
care for ourselves
care for each other
teach each other
how to begin
with this essential task
of
loving ourselves
i will begin here
with these words
learning love
one utterance at a time
i will not
live
in fear
i will make song
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/161809/bloodsugarcanto
A type of carriage referred to in the text as "L'Hirondelle" from Science new ser.:v.1 (1883).
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Cut and polished fluorite, blistered copper, and agate from James Sowerby's British Minerology v.5 (1817). Full text here.
49 different seals used by artist Kawanabé Kyōsai to stamp his work over the course of his career from J. Conder's Paintings and studies by Kawanabé Kyōsai [1911].
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A model of a giant octopus in the workshop of the Yale museum from Science new ser.:v.1 (1883).
Full text here.
A series of maps showing "The Waning of the Ice Sheet in New York State" over time from Annual Report of the New York State Museum 65th:v.1 suppl. (1911).
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Spring. A reminder to reset
“I survived an attack,” she says, “and nothing happened to me, and I laughed it off. I thought nothing could scare me, nothing. My heart was so strong. And then I was scared of small things, and that just broke me. But, you know, in this journey I realised what it means to be actually brave. When you can not only fight the real threats out there, but fight within.”
—
Yousafzai glows when she talks about the girls’ school she opened back home – she felt it was not enough. There was “always this feeling … could I do more?” Her youthful idealism began to flake and peel off in patches, and then rub clean away. “As I was getting older,” she says, “I was realising that things are not as straightforward. Things are more complex.”
—
As a teen, Yousafzai had seen the world as a biddable place. She would reason with world leaders! Show them girls’ education was important! As she got older, she began to see the world as it really is.
You became cynical? I ask.
“Yeah,” she says, “for sure.” She gives a bitter, clipped laugh. “100%.”
—
“I do feel like I’m more cynical,” she says. “But, at the same time, I do my work. I know that optimism is the only way you can keep going, because there’s no other option.”
The global icon of women’s education is ready to tell the full story of her turbulent recent life, from arguing with her parents to being gh
It’s a weird day. Alone for the holidays (passively accepted it without any emotional protest or sorrow this time), underwent a root canal operation by an overworked endodontist, and mulling over the birthday of our deceased cousin - who should’ve been here, enjoying life.
Wavering between grief, sentimentality, and stoic fatigue.
This is what it means to be alive. Feeling big and small, powerless and yet connected.
I wish my cousin were here, I wish I hadn’t lapsed in my sanity, I wish life weren’t so messy and people so caustic.
But I’ve been looking up old songs for nostalgia, and I’ll think of our cousin’s electronic music zest as I listen to this track
Listening to this again and thinking of our cousin
Sometimes it feels like if I can’t choose my response and presence in this world, the kind of person I want to be, then I truly have nothing.
So many who live out their lives in reactive loops, some kind and respectful (I suppose that could also be a loop) but also some with bitterness and spite. Something shattered my kind and calm reactive loop, and I don’t want to be an easy victim anymore, but I refuse to fall into the “it’s a cruel world” trap. Teamwork, collaboration, and peer compassion, are the only reasons that humans survived past the stone ages
Still figuring this out :| it’s a practice, not an arrival
On the cover of this publication entitled “I Dream A World: Portraits of Black Women Who Changed America” is Septima Poinsette Clark (1898 – December 15). As one of the most effective activists for the civil rights movement, Martin Luther King Jr. referred to Clark as "The Mother of the Movement". Believing that literacy was the key to empowerment, Clark developed literacy and citizenship workshops that played an important role in the drive for voting rights and civil rights for Black people.
Recalling how she and her team recruited teachers for a citizenship school in the South, she said: “We were trying to make teachers out of people who could barely read and write. But they could teach. If they could read at all, we could teach them that c-o-n-s-t-t-u-t-i-o-n spells constitution.”
Here are more remarks from Septima Clark:
“I think that the work the women did during the time of civil rights is what really carried the movement along. The women carried forth the ideas. I think the civil rights movement would never have taken off if some women hadn’t started to speak up.“
“I’d tell the children of the future that they have to stand up for their rights. They have an idea that they can. But I feel that they are shadows underneath a great shelter and that they need to come forth and stand up for some of the things that are right.” (From “I Dream A World: Portraits of Black Women Who Changed America”)
"The Cat's Dream" by Utamaro from Siegfried Bing's Artistic Japan v.6 (1891).
Full text here.
It’s okay to be naive. Trust means that you still believe in the possibility of good things, and over time you’ll learn when to give it and when to withhold it.
Happy tears on the tram ride home, after messaging friends of the safe flight back - and thanking them for the happy memories. Probably looks strange to onlookers but ugh what is a life, without people who make foreign lands feel like home :’) i miss them
Weird mix of melancholy and joy, and lots of gratitude - after spending so much time feeling like a burden to people i care for, to get a reminder that some friends will accept you as you are
To have goofy, kind and earnest friends is a treasure -
something invisible you’ll never measure,
a calm amicable love which makes goodbyes a sighful endeavor.
I love my friends, and I wish them health, measured challenges, and peace - a life well lived, always together