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The world has sadly just lost one of its most provocative and inspirational thinkers and writers. Douglas Hofstadter at Marcus on AI: I just received the very sad news about
Continue readingDaniel Dennett, a Deep Thinker About What it is to Be Human. R.I.P.
There are vast realms of consciousness still undreamed ofvast ranges of experience, like the humming of unseen harps,we know nothing of, within us.Oh when man has escaped from the barbed-wire
Continue readingMonday Poem: Terra Incognita by D.H. Lawrence
B&W photography goes back to the fundamentals of what photography has always been. Take color out of the equation and focus on lines and form–you’ll get a lot of value
Continue readingBlack and White Photography Isn’t Old School For Same Old Stories
Benjamin Markovits at the New York Times: This week is the 200th anniversary of Lord Byron’s death. The most famous poet of his age (an odd phrase now) died fighting
Continue readingLord Byron Was Hard to Pin Down. That’s What Made Him Great.
by Ahmad Almallah These windows, these panes, at the beginning of lightlooking where they look, eyeing the east and the rustand here they are, protected by shade and shadows:branches and
at Poetic Outlaws: Stanley Kunitz received numerous awards for his poetry, including the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry twice (in 1959 and 2005). His works often explored the vital kinship between
Continue readingA Poem has Secrets that the Poet Knows Nothing Of
there are so many ways to fallso many ways to crack down the middle andvanishso many ways to singe your wingsso many ways to crawlto crashland in the swamp withouta
At Daily Stoic: So many people struggle with and get frustrated by Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations…and they have ever since it was first discovered after the emperor’s death nearly twenty centuries
Continue readingGuide to Reading Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations
Droplets of meditation brim forth,the cauldron boils perpetually —through the tedium of life.The etched screen is myself and on itmy rebellious spirit flits unsatiated, unquenchedsomewhere on the borders of a
By Judson Vereen at Poetic Outlaws: It was sometime in the evening and I was downstairs in the basement with my father. He was polishing wood. I was painting. I
You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may trod me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you
Continue readingThursday Poem: ‘Still I Rise’ by Maya Angelou
Kathleen A. Wakefield: While Taking a Nap, the Invisible Stenographer Dreams She Can Play With the Violin Cithern, lyre, lute, viola d’amore—all her life she’s dreamt of playingsomething she can