Alightment

'This Fight Begins In The Heart': Reading James Baldwin As Ferguson Seethes

8.22.14

megscommonplacebook:

This school year, i intend

to bring joy to my work, take 

joy from my work.

http://www.zhanghuan.com/ShowWorkContent.asp?id=27&iParentID=18&mid=1

Forløsning, Henrik Nordbrandt

Forløsning, Henrik Nordbrandt

"Let the Day Go," Grace Paley

who needs it
I had another day in mind
something like this one
         sunny green the earth
just right having suffered
the assault of what is called
torrential rain the pepper
the basil sitting upright
in their little boxes waiting
I suppose for me also the
cosmos the zinnias nearly
blooming a year too late
forget it let the day go
the sweet green day let it
take care of itself

8.7.14

megscommonplacebook:

Partial sight, Jack can
see a little. He detects
some light, motion. Healing.

!!!!!!!!!!

Coffee, Sylvan Esso

It is not so much that I miss you by Dorothea Grossman : Poetry Magazine

"parce que c’était lui, parce que c’était moi"— montaigne
because it was him, because it was me

"parce que c’était lui, parce que c’était moi"
— montaigne

because it was him, because it was me

3eanuts:

October 24, 1985 — see The Complete Peanuts 1983-1986

3eanuts:

October 24, 1985 — see The Complete Peanuts 1983-1986

"Man Walking to Work," Denis Johnson
The dawn is a quality laid acrossthe freeway like the visiblememory of the ocean that kept all thisa secret for a hundred million years.I am not moving and I am not standing still.I am only something the wind strikes and clears,and I fell myself fade like the sky,the whole of Ohio a mirror gone blank.My jacket keeps me. My zipperbangs on my guitar. Lord help meout by the lake after the shift at Frigidairewhen I stop laughing and taste how wet the beeris in my mouth, suddenly recognizing the truewedding of passage and arrival I am invited to.

"Man Walking to Work," Denis Johnson

The dawn is a quality laid across
the freeway like the visible
memory of the ocean that kept all this
a secret for a hundred million years.
I am not moving and I am not standing still.
I am only something the wind strikes and clears,
and I fell myself fade like the sky,
the whole of Ohio a mirror gone blank.
My jacket keeps me. My zipper
bangs on my guitar. Lord help me
out by the lake after the shift at Frigidaire
when I stop laughing and taste how wet the beer
is in my mouth, suddenly recognizing the true
wedding of passage and arrival I am invited to.

cool.

You know, then, that the public Somebody you are when you “have a name” is a fiction created with mirrors and that the only somebody worth being is the solitary and unseen you that existed from your first breath and which is the sum of your actions and so is constantly in a state of becoming under your own violation
Then what is good? The obsessive interest in human affairs, plus a certain amount of compassion and moral conviction, that first made the experience of living something that must be translated into pigment or music or bodily movement or poetry or prose or anything that’s dynamic and expressive—that’s what’s good for you if you’re at all serious in your aims. William Saroyan wrote a great play on this theme, that purity of heart is the one success worth having. “In the time of your life—live!” That time is short and it doesn’t return again. It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it, and the monosyllable of the clock is Loss, loss, loss, unless you devote your heart to its opposition.
from “the Catastrophe of Success,” Tennessee Williams

You know, then, that the public Somebody you are when you “have a name” is a fiction created with mirrors and that the only somebody worth being is the solitary and unseen you that existed from your first breath and which is the sum of your actions and so is constantly in a state of becoming under your own violation

Then what is good? The obsessive interest in human affairs, plus a certain amount of compassion and moral conviction, that first made the experience of living something that must be translated into pigment or music or bodily movement or poetry or prose or anything that’s dynamic and expressive—that’s what’s good for you if you’re at all serious in your aims. William Saroyan wrote a great play on this theme, that purity of heart is the one success worth having. “In the time of your life—live!” That time is short and it doesn’t return again. It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it, and the monosyllable of the clock is Losslossloss, unless you devote your heart to its opposition.

from “the Catastrophe of Success,” Tennessee Williams

from “the island,” Stacy Kranitz

http://stacykranitzprojects.com/island-introduction