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Love After Love
A poem by the great Derek Walcott
The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the otherâs welcome,Â
and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved youÂ
all your life, whom you ignored forâŠ
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Minnows, Darters, Sturgeon
Minnows, Darter, Sturgeon
By Albert Goldbarth
That thereâs a fun in funeral is goofus etymology, but a sensible reminder of the secret life in everything⊠how inside dear is deer and, inside that, the Sanskrit: âfalls to dust and perishes.â If we could hold a word against our ear, like a shell, weâd hear its seaâ churning in its belly, the size of blood in a mosquito.
The way inside us is the genomeâs part of its ongoing
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The Enchantment
By Sharon Olds
When I say, to my mother, What was a good thing about me as a child?, my motherâs face seems to unfurl from the center, hibiscus in fast motion, the anthers and flounces spring out with joy. Oh you were enchanting, she breathes. What do you mean crazy? No sense of reality? No-no, she laughs, with many little notes half a scale, plus grace notes-I donât know how to say it, you wereâŠ
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A Melon on a Stem An extract from The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood Then we had the irises, rising beautiful and cool on their tall stalks, like blown glass, like pastel water momentarily frozen in a splash, light blue, light mauve, and the darker ones, velvet and purple, black cat's ears in the sun, indigo shadow, and the bleeding hearts, so female in shape it was a surprise they'd not long since been rooted out.
Objeto Ativo
âI see Castroâs entire body of work as a series of breadcrumbs scattered across a forest floor. For some, hundreds of tiny pieces of old stale bread is hardly worth noticing, while others are able to discover within a trail of detritus a path towards something not yet known. It this within this tension between the known and unknown that de Castroâs works generously offer the alchemical potentialâŠ
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Choosing Vegetables: A Faux Exercise of Taste
In his work, #JohnBaldessari continually challenges notions of beauty and disregards conventional rules of what is "right" and "wrong" when it comes to art.
In his work, John Baldessari continually challenges notions of beauty and disregards conventional rules of what is ârightâ and âwrongâ when it comes to art âhis piece Wrong comes to mind, a photograph in which he purposefully defies the rules of photography and composition. His artwork urges the viewer to question these rules, for example in his series Choosing (A Game for Two Players), where heâŠ
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Attracted to Light is an art object/lampshade which narrates the erratic behavior of moths. The artist, #GeoffreyMann, uses long exposure photography and 3D software to map the movement of a moth stimulated by light and translates that path into a sculptural form using rapid prototyping (3D printing). The result is this wonderfully organic form. Attracted to Light is an art object/lampshade which narrates the erratic behavior of moths. The artist, âŠ
Marcela's Speech
Marcelaâs Speech
In this passage from Cervantesâ Don Quixote, the beautiful shepherdess, Marcela, gives a captivating speech defending a womanâs right to choose her own lifestyle after she is blamed for the suffering and death of GrisĂłstomo, who killed himself when she rejected him:
You all say that heaven made me beautiful, so much so that this beauty of mine, with a force you canât resist, makes you love me;âŠ
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Sun Therapy
Olafur Eliassonâs installation in the Turbine Hall of the Tate Modern:
The Weather Project, Olafur Eliasson, 2003. Photo by Dan Chung
The Weather Project, Olafur Eliasson, 2003.
âIn this installation, The Weather Project,representations of the sun and sky dominate the expanse of the Turbine Hall. A fine mist permeates the space, as if creeping in from the environment outside. Throughout the day,âŠ
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So Much Trouble for a Pie
Sharon Millar is a Trinidadian writer who published her first book The Whale House and Other Stories (Peepal Tree Press) last year. She is one of my favourite local writers, I am sure you will understand after reading the following passage, three extracts from her short story Earl Grey:
Sally is coming to tea, she is not arriving until four but Leah is nervous that she wonât have everythingâŠ
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The Dying Swan Trinidadian carnival artist Peter Minshall returned this year in full force with his Carnival King, The Dying Swan - Ras Nijinsky in drag as PavlovaâŠ
Muse This beautiful portrait is of Sophie Brzeska, a Polish writer and the muse of Henri Gaudier-Brzeska. They met in Paris when she was almost twice his age, and Henri soon took her name although they never married. Â
Paradise Regained Back to basics.
Residue
By Carlos Drummond de Andrade
From everything a little remained. From my fear. From your disgust. From stifled cries. From the rose a little remained.
A little remained of light caught inside the hïżŒat. In the eyes of the pimp a little remained of tenderness, very little.
A little remained of the dust that covered your white shoes. Of your clothes a little remained, a few velvet rags, very very few.
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The Impressionist
By Adelia Prado
On one occasion, my father painted the whole house a brilliant orange. We lived for a long time in a house, as he said himself, eternally dawning.
Sun on the Easel. Giorgio de Chirico. 1968.
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Language and Seeing
Extract from The Invitation by Barry Lopez as published in the last issue of Granta (n. 133), a thoughtful meditation on language and seeing:
âWhen I was young, and just beginning to travel with them, I imagined that indigenous people saw more and heard more, that they were overall simply more aware than I was. They were more aware, and did see and hear more than I did. The absence of spokenâŠ
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