Where the wings attach . . .
Today is Odin's day . . . the mailbox is soggy from the rains, which have not dampened the arts' spirits.
[T]he pressure of the market [has] somehow made the act of endorsement a necessary part of the marketing of art. – Kwame Dawes
The American Political Sestina
A daughter asks her mother if humanitarian is the same thing as volunteer.
… Why am I the one eating the snack, safe because of where I was born, (on American
soil) while the girl on the radio is running from bombs?
The Marginalian was born this week in 2006, an act of love and sharing by Maria Popova. Celebrating the online journal, Maria posted seventeen learnings upon it's seventeenth birthday.
“For all mankind’ won’t cut it any longer; it is time to mothball the inherited rhetoric of the first space age, and to look honestly at the reasons human spaceflight is being pursued and at the ethical issues raised by both the current practices and the potential future goals. = Philip Ball See also:
Shoulder-blades are where the wings attach . . . if you didn't know, now you do.
Seeing for a Moment
I thought I was growing wings.
… Eschatology is a word I learned
as a child: the study of Last Things
… nevertheless
I see for a [mirrored] moment
that's not it: it is
the First Things.
Word after word
floats through the glass.
Towards me.
– by Denise Levertov, from Oblique Prayers. New Directions. 1984