Milo Winter (1888-1956), ''The Child's Treasury'', 1923

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Milo Winter (1888-1956), ''The Child's Treasury'', 1923
Wishing everyone a happy May and a belated happy Beltane if you celebrate!
IG:willmooremomentum
The Pilotwings - Gig in the Ocean (from Psytube, Animals Dancing 2019)
Za Talent - “Telex”
Za Talent [Animals Dancing, 2018]
Georgia, Animals Dancing NYD
"Animals Dancing In the Snow" by Michael Kelley
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Burroughs writes:
The physical cosmos itself is not a thought, but an act. Natural objects do not affect us like well-wrought specimens or finished handicraft, which have nothing to follow, but as living, procreating energy. Nature is perpetual transition. Everything passes and presses on; there is no pause, no completion, no explanation. To produce and multiply endlessly, without ever reaching the last possibility of excellence, and without committing herself to any end, is the law of Nature.
Burroughs sees this as “the essential difference between prose and poetry,” between “the poetic and the didactic treatment of a subject.” A great life, he intimates, is more like a great poem than like a great teaching:
The essence of creative art is always the same; namely, interior movement and fusion; while the method of the didactic or prosaic treatment is fixity, limitation. The latter must formulate and define; but the principle of the former is to flow, to suffuse, to mount, to escape. We can conceive of life only as something constantly becoming. It plays forever on the verge. It is never in loco, but always in transit. Arrest the wind, and it is no longer the wind; close your hands upon the light, and behold, it is gone And yet because these interior movements are fundamentally untranslatable between one consciousness and another, belonging to that region of absolute aloneness that accompanies the singularity of being oneself, there is always an element of the ineffable in all great creative work and all great persons: Couple with Lucille Clifton on how to be a living poem, then revisit Burroughs on the measure of a visionary, the art of noticing, and how to live with the uncertainties of life.
[Thank you Maria Popova and “the Marginalian]