#nobellaureate

[gozdziak]

RIP Toni Morrison

[zzzaharena]

bob dylan on how was inspired by the odyssey (from the nobel prize lecture)

The Odyssey is a strange, adventurous tale of a grown man trying to get home after fighting in a war. He’s on that long journey home, and it’s filled with traps and pitfalls. He’s cursed to wander. He’s always getting carried out to sea, always having close calls. Huge chunks of boulders rock his boat. He angers people he shouldn’t. There’s troublemakers in his crew. Treachery. His men are turned into pigs and then are turned back into younger, more handsome men. He’s always trying to rescue somebody. He’s a travelin’ man, but he’s making a lot of stops.

He’s stranded on a desert island. He finds deserted caves, and he hides in them. He meets giants that say, “I’ll eat you last.” And he escapes from giants. He’s trying to get back home, but he’s tossed and turned by the winds. Restless winds, chilly winds, unfriendly winds. He travels far, and then he gets blown back.

He’s always being warned of things to come. Touching things he’s told not to. There’s two roads to take, and they’re both bad. Both hazardous. On one you could drown and on the other you could starve. He goes into the narrow straits with foaming whirlpools that swallow him. Meets six-headed monsters with sharp fangs. Thunderbolts strike at him. Overhanging branches that he makes a leap to reach for to save himself from a raging river. Goddesses and gods protect him, but some others want to kill him. He changes identities. He’s exhausted. He falls asleep, and he’s woken up by the sound of laughter. He tells his story to strangers. He’s been gone twenty years. He was carried off somewhere and left there. Drugs have been dropped into his wine. It’s been a hard road to travel.

In a lot of ways, some of these same things have happened to you. You too have had drugs dropped into your wine. You too have shared a bed with the wrong woman. You too have been spellbound by magical voices, sweet voices with strange melodies. You too have come so far and have been so far blown back. And you’ve had close calls as well. You have angered people you should not have. And you too have rambled this country all around. And you’ve also felt that ill wind, the one that blows you no good. And that’s still not all of it.

When he gets back home, things aren’t any better. Scoundrels have moved in and are taking advantage of his wife’s hospitality. And there’s too many of ‘em. And though he’s greater than them all and the best at everything – best carpenter, best hunter, best expert on animals, best seaman – his courage won’t save him, but his trickery will.

All these stragglers will have to pay for desecrating his palace. He’ll disguise himself as a filthy beggar, and a lowly servant kicks him down the steps with arrogance and stupidity. The servant’s arrogance revolts him, but he controls his anger. He’s one against a hundred, but they’ll all fall, even the strongest. He was nobody. And when it’s all said and done, when he’s home at last, he sits with his wife, and he tells her the stories.

[adiscoveryofmoodboards]

Historical Figures: Marie Curie (1867-1934) 

Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less.

[sakurabreeze]

Remember

Remember the sky that you were born under,

know each of the star's stories. Remember the moon, know who she is. Remember the sun's birth at dawn, that is the strongest point of time. Remember sundown and the giving away to night. Remember your birth, how your mother struggled to give you form and breath. You are evidence of her life, and her mother's, and hers. Remember your father. He is your life, also. Remember the earth whose skin you are: red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth brown earth, we are earth. Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their tribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them, listen to them. They are alive poems. Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the origin of this universe. Remember you are all people and all people are you. Remember you are this universe and this universe is you. Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you. Remember language comes from this. Remember the dance language is, that life is. Remember.

Joy Harjo

Joy Harjo was appointed the new United States poet laureate in 2019. Born in Tulsa, Oklahoma, in 1951, Harjo is a member of the Mvskoke/Creek Nation. She is the author of several books of poetry, including An American Sunrise, which is forthcoming from W. W. Norton in 2019, and Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings (W. W. Norton, 2015). She is a current Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets and lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

[rjbailey]

@Regran_ed from @quotabelle - “The size of your dreams must always exceed your current capacity to achieve them.” ~ Ellen John Sirleaf . . Reflecting on 2018 as we work on new projects. Quotabelle has taken us places we never imagined. ✨Our mission is our passion. ✨ #BeautifullySaid by #ellenjohnsonsirleaf #president #nobellaureate #nobelpeaceprize #gritandgrace #quotabelle - #regrann https://www.instagram.com/p/BrlTpUZlpAk/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=584s9ibazxgr

[shyborg]

"He was beautiful, the old man remembered, and he had stayed." This has to be my favourite paragraph in 'The Old Man and the Sea.' Recently read it for the first time, went down to the ocean. Had the salt water in my nostrils and the seagulls and waves in my ears. But of course Hemingway takes you there with his prose, no special effects required. The characterisations of the non-human creatures of the sea may be very anthropocentric, but they're beautiful--written with due reverence and brutality. I love this book for the empathy in it. Between the man and the boy, the author and the tale, the man and the sea, and the marlin. I feel the words in the same place that twists when I see something painful and true. I'm also really into all the fishing details and narration, weirdly. My new favourite niche genre is Literary Explorations of the Phenomenology of Fishing. 🌬🌊🚣🏽🌊🦈 #theoldmanandthesea #ernesthemingway #literaryfishingexpeditions #hemingway #americanliterature #growingold #death #love #oldage #literature #modernism #masterpieces #nobellaureate #nobelprize #writing #prose #bookstagram #bookblr #bookworm #currentlyreading #nonhuman #thesea #fishing #marlin

[chadhavafoundation]

remembering c.v. raman — the mind that unraveled the secrets of light, the scientist whose curiosity illuminated the world.

on his death anniversary, we honor a visionary who turned observation into discovery, and inspired generations to seek knowledge fearlessly.

his legacy shines — in every lab, in every breakthrough, in every mind that dares to question and explore. 🔬✨🇮🇳

[chadhavafoundation]

C.V. Raman Jayanti – Celebrating the Light of Indian Science 🔬✨

Sir Chandrasekhara Venkata Raman — a name that shines forever in the history of science. His discovery of the Raman Effect not only earned him the Nobel Prize but also brought immense pride to India.

On his birth anniversary, we celebrate a visionary whose passion for knowledge and discovery continues to inspire generations of scientists and dreamers. 🌍🔭