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Illustration from Johann Jakob Scheuchzer’s Physica Sacra (1731)
From our collection of rainbows in art through the ages: from Noah’s sign, through to 18th-century optics, and modernist abstraction: https://publicdomainreview.org/collection/rainbows-in-art
A Conversation with Richard Siken by Thomas Hobohm
swans by hilma klint
never let go of that fiery sadness called desire
-patti smith
“The Ten Largest, No. 7, Adulthood” (1907) ⟲ Hilma af Klint ⧗ From her monumental series charting childhood to old age
« [T]he definition of love [implies] effort. When we extent ourselves, when we take an extra step or walk an extra mile, we do so in opposition to the inertia of laziness or the resistance of fear. Extension of ourselves or moving out against the inertia of laziness we call work. Moving out in the face of fear we call courage. Love, then, is a form of work or a form of courage. Specifically, it is the work or courage directed toward the nurture of our own or another’s spiritual growth.
[…] The principal form that the work of love takes is attention. When we love another we give him or her our attention; we attend to that person’s growth. When we love ourselves we attend to our own growth. […] The act of attending requires that we make the effort to set aside our existing preoccupations and actively shift our consciousness. Attention is an act of will, of work against the inertia of our own minds. […] True listening, total concentration on the other, is always a manifestation of love.
An essential part of true listening is the discipline of bracketing, the temporary giving up or setting aside of one’s own prejudices, frames of reference and desires so as to experience as far as possible the speaker’s world from the inside, stepping inside his or her shoes. This unification of speaker and listener is actually an extension and enlargement of ourself, and new knowledge is always gained from this. Moreover, since true listening involves bracketing, a setting aside of the self, it also temporarily involves a total acceptance of the other.
[…] The energy required for the discipline of bracketing and the focusing of total attention is so great that it can be accomplished only by love, by the will to extend oneself for mutual growth. Most of the time we lack this energy. […] Couples [in counseling] are often surprised, even horrified, when we suggest to them that among the things they should do is talk to each other by appointment. It seems rigid and unromantic and unspontaneous to them. Yet true listening can occur only when time is set aside for it and conditions are supportive of it. It cannot occur when people are driving, or cooking or tired and anxious to sleep or easily interrupted or in a hurry. Romantic “love” is effortless, and couples are frequently reluctant to shoulder the effort and discipline of true love and listening. But when and if they finally do, the results are superbly gratifying.
[…] The act of love—extending oneself—as I have said, requires a moving out against the inertia of laziness (work) or the resistance engendered by fear (courage). Let us turn now from the work of love to the courage of love. When we extend ourselves, our self enters new and unfamiliar territory, so to speak. Our self becomes a new and different self. We do things we are not accustomed to do. We change. The experience of change, of unaccustomed activity, of being on unfamiliar ground, of doing things differently is frightening.
[…] On some level spiritual growth, and therefore love, always requires courage and involves risk. […] If you move out to another human being, there is always the risk that that person will move away from you, leaving you more painfully alone than you were before.
[…] The final and possibly the greatest risk of love is the risk of exercising power with humility. The most common example of this is the act of loving confrontation. Whenever we confront someone we are in essence saying to that person, “You are wrong; I am right.” […] For the truly loving person the act of criticism or confrontation does not come easily; to such a person it is evident that the act has great potential for arrogance. To confront one’s beloved is to assume a position of moral or intellectual superiority over the loved one, at least so far as the issue at hand is concerned. […] To confront someone with something he or she cannot handle will at best be a waste of time, and likely will have a deleterious effect. […] The dilemma can be resolved only by painstaking self-scrutiny, in which the lover examines stringently the worth of his or her “wisdom” and the motives behind this need to [confront]. […]
There are, then, two ways to confront or criticize another human being: with instinctive and spontaneous certainty that one is right, or with a belief that one is probably right arrived at through scrupulous self-doubting and self-examination. […] There are a significant number of indiviuals who for one reason or another have learned to inhibit their instinctive tendency to criticize or confront with spontaneous arrogance but go no farther, hiding in the moral safety of meekness […]. To fail to confront when confrontation is required for the nurture of spiritual growth represents a failure to love equally as does thoughtless criticism or condemnation and other forms of active deprivation of caring. »
— M. Scott Peck, The Road Less Traveled
phenomenon #25 (double binary rainbow) by angela lane, 2019, oil on wood, 140 x 220 millimeters
Maria Callegaro - Serie di soli: il filtro celeste - 1995
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Ray Bradbury’s short story “There Will Come Soft Rains” that was written in 1950 is set on the day of August 4th, 2026 (tomorrow)!! Now’s your chance to read it around the time it’s based in!
Audio: A recording of Leonard Nimoy reading it on Internet Archive.
Text: A PDF version.
Graphic Novel: On Internet Archive.
This short story was inspired by this poem of the same name.
THERE WILL COME SOFT RAINS by Sara Teasdale There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone.
The kind of person you become when youre alone with yourself for most of the time is so frustrating and stupid. Like when a tree tries to grow into itself
Old downloads from my computer.
June 21st 2026 - 9:52 pm
I fall asleep with a book in bed. Maybe I’ve read a few pages, likely not, but it’s knocking on my knee under the sheets. I close my eyes and stretch my legs. I usually sleep covered in blankets, but the air is sticking to my skin and I carelessly let my limbs hang over the side of the bed. I dream endlessly and live many lives. Awake to sweat and a rigid back. The sunlight catches me early these days and I try to read another chapter. Let the book get me up or even better take me to coffee. Like an omen, a blessing, a totem — some companion I can carry and touch. I let the book mark my day as I dog-ear another moment.
Random snail-themed PNGs, part 2.
(1. 1800s snail street signs, 2. Snail charcuterie picks, 3. 1970s Avon snail perfume, 4. Bakelite snail brooch, 5. Siren nautilus lamp, 6. Siren nautilus lamp, 7. Amber netsuke snail, 8. Snails trinket box, 9. Coral snail brooch.)
“On a day like this, when the fiddleheads are unfurling and the air is petal soft, I am awash in longing. I know that “thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s chloroplasts” is good advice and yet I must confess to fullblown chlorophyll envy. Sometimes I wish I could photosynthesize so that just by being, just by shimmering at the meadow’s edge or floating lazily on a pond, I could be doing the work of the world while standing silent in the sun. The shadowy hemlocks and the waving grasses are spinning out sugar molecules and passing them on to hungry mouths and mandibles all the while listening to the warblers and watching the light dance on the water.”
~ Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants
New Yorkers On Their Lunch Breaks In The 1970s, by Charles Traub
