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probably it will be summer again by Catherine Pierce

#Catherine Pierce

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The Winter Palace

by Philip Larkin

Most people know more as they get older: I give all that the cold shoulder.

I spent my second quarter-century Losing what I had learnt at university.

And refusing to take in what had happened since. Now I know none of the names in the public prints,

And am starting to give offence by forgetting faces And swearing I’ve never been in certain places.

It will be worth it, if in the end I manage To blank out whatever it is that is doing the damage.

Then there will be nothing I know. My mind will fold into itself, like fields, like snow.

#Philip Larkin

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Random writing thought: the best stories are often the ones that only you could have written — but also the ones that you could only write at this one moment.

I couldn't write All the Birds in the Sky from scratch now if I tried. But the me of 2013 couldn't have written The Prodigal Mother either.

#Charlie Jane Anders #Neil Gaiman

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There's enough dirt for us all.

#Rhina P. Espaillat

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Il me faut tout oublier (I must forget everything) . Philippe Vandenberg

#Philippe Vandenberg

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variations on a theme by elizabeth bishop, john murillo

#elizabeth bishop #john murillo

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The Mexican writer Juan Rulfo (1917-86) with an Aztec skull.

A Masterpiece That Inspired Gabriel García Márquez to Write His Own

For decades, Juan Rulfo’s novel, “Pedro Páramo,” has cast an uncanny spell on writers. A new translation may bring it broader appeal.

NYT

#Manuel Álvarez Bravo #Juan Rulfo

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Endre Tót - Nothing, 1971.

#Endre Tót

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#Munther Ishaq

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““Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus” ニューヨーク・サン誌社説（担当：フランシス・ファーセラス・チャーチ）　 (written by Francis Pharcellus Church in The New York Sun in 1897. )大久保ゆう訳 本誌は、以下に掲載される素晴らしい投書に対してお答え申し上げると同時に、読者にこのような素晴らしい方がおられることを、心から嬉しく思います。 「こんにちは、しんぶんのおじさん。 　わたしは八さいのおんなのこです。 じつは、ともだちがサンタクロースはいないというのです。 パパは、わからないことがあったらサンしんぶんにききなさいというので、ほんとうのことをおしえてください。 サンタクロースはいるのですか？ 　　　　　　ヴァージニア・オハンロン」 　ヴァージニア、それは友だちの方がまちがっているよ。きっと、何でもうたがいたがる年ごろで、見たことがないと、信じられないんだね。自分のわかることだけが、ぜんぶだと思ってるんだろう。でもね、ヴァージニア、大人でも子どもでも、ぜんぶがわかるわけじゃない。この広いうちゅうでは、にんげんって小さな小さなものなんだ。ぼくたちには、この世界のほんの少しのことしかわからないし、ほんとのことをぜんぶわかろうとするには、まだまだなんだ。　じつはね、ヴァージニア、サンタクロースはいるんだ。愛とか思いやりとかいたわりとかがちゃんとあるように、サンタクロースもちゃんといるし、愛もサンタクロースも、ぼくらにかがやきをあたえてくれる。もしサンタクロースがいなかったら、ものすごくさみしい世の中になってしまう。ヴァージニアみたいな子がこの世にいなくなるくらい、ものすごくさみしいことなんだ。サンタクロースがいなかったら、むじゃきな子どもの心も、詩のたのしむ心も、人を好きって思う心も、ぜんぶなくなってしまう。みんな、何を見たっておもしろくなくなるだろうし、世界をたのしくしてくれる子どもたちの笑顔も、きえてなくなってしまうだろう。　サンタクロースがいないだなんていうのなら、ようせいもいないっていうんだろうね。だったら、パパにたのんで、クリスマスイブの日、えんとつというえんとつぜんぶに、人を見はらせて、サンタクロースが来るかどうかたしかめてごらん。サンタクロースが来なかったとしても、なんにもかわらない。だってサンタクロースは見た人なんていないし、サンタクロースがいないっていうしょうこもないんだから。だいじなことは、だれも見た人がいないってこと。ようせいが原っぱであそんでいるところ、だれか見た人っているかな？　うん、いないよね、でも、いないってしょうこもない。世界でだれも見たことがない、見ることができないふしぎなことって、ほんとうのところは、だれにもわからないんだ。　あのガラガラっておもちゃ、中をあければ、玉が音をならしてるってことがわかるよね。でも、ふしぎな世界には、どんな強い人でも、どんな強い人がたばになってかかっても、こじあけることのできないカーテンみたいなものがあるんだ。��じゃきな心とか、詩をたのしむ心、愛とか、人を好きになる心だけが、そのカーテンをあけることができて、ものすごくきれいでかっこいい世界を見たり、えがいたりすることができるんだ。うそじゃないかって？　ヴァージニア、これだけはいえる、いつでも、どこでも、ほんとうのことだって。　サンタクロースはいない？　いいや、ずっと、いつまでもいる。ヴァージニア、何千年、いやあと十万年たっても、サンタクロースはずっと、子どもたちの心を、わくわくさせてくれると思うよ。 ※　そのあと、ヴァージニアはニューヨークの学校の先生になって、四七年間子どもたちを教えつづけたそうです。 原文： Eight-year-old Virginia O'Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor of New York’s Sun, and the quick response was printed as an unsigned editorial Sept. 21, 1897. The work of veteran newsman Francis Pharcellus Church has since become history’s most reprinted newspaper editorial, appearing in part or whole in dozens of languages in books, movies, and other editorials, and on posters and stamps. “DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old.“Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.“Papa says, ‘If you see it in THE SUN it’s so.’"Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus? "VIRGINIA O'HANLON."115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET.” VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge. Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished. Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world. You may tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.”

— 「サンタクロースっているの？」と子供に聞かれたときのベストアンサー【感動の海外編】：ベンチャービジネス千里眼：ITmedia オルタナティブ・ブログ

#Francis Pharcellus Church

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Hello, Deena. Yeah, I am talking to you from the Nasser Hospital — it’s in Khan Younis, south of Gaza — where I’m working as a head of plastic and burn department. It’s been 64 days since the aggression actually started against Gaza. I can tell you here, actually, I’m working since the beginning of this war. Actually, I’m so exhausted. So exhausted. Forty percent of the injured people from explosions are children. They are seriously injured. Actually, this morning — actually, I’m working since early morning 'til midnight every day. Every day we are here at the hospital, actually, it's like a siege, all troops around us. What is going here actually is real massacres all over around. If you see the pictures and the videos, actually, you will be shocked. There is no words — no words can describe what is going here. What is going here actually is a real genocide. You know, hundreds and thousands of people, actually, are passing away every day because of these attacks. They’re attacking schools. They’re attacking church, mosques, civilians’ areas, everywhere. Everywhere, they’re attacking. Oh my god, I can’t describe what is going here. It’s massacres. Massacres, what is going here. The entire families are wiped out, actually. I don’t know, really. Actually, I became — I developed like psychological disorder to see these children actually are, you know — how to say it? — like — how to say? — I don’t know how. They are burned 'til bone. They are burned ’til bone, children. If you see my [inaudible], you will see all these, you know, horrible — it's horror, horror, horror, what is going here. My god, I hope this will end soon. I don’t know if anybody could help us. If you hear me — actually, I thought we are alone here in this world. We are living in big prison under siege, actually, and nobody listen to us. Nobody want actually to — how to — to adopt our Palestinian narrative, actually. Everybody listens to the Israeli narrative. Just listen to Palestinian narratives. We are here living under siege in a big prison. We are human being. Me, like you, I’m a human being. I’m a human being. I want to live in peace. I want a better future for my children. Really, this I want. This I want. You know, actually, Israel is supported by the whole world. You give Israel these mass destruction weapons. But on the other hand, nobody gives us even food. Here, I can’t find food, clean water. Me as a surgeon, I can’t find clean water to drink. I can’t find food. I eat only once a day, Deena. Yes, once a day. I can’t afford my children food. I can’t see my children, because I can’t provide simple, simple, you know, food for living. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t provide this food to my children. We eat once a day, simple rice. You know, my little daughter yesterday, 2 years old, she asked me — you know, she asked me apple, an apple. There’s nothing here. Nothing here. We are dying from starvation. From everything, we are dying now. All over, actually, they send these rockets over our heads everywhere, every time. Please, please stop this war against us. Please stop the genocide against us. Stop this war. Please, please, I beg you.

--Dr Ahmed Moghrabi, “Please Stop This War Against Us”: Gaza Doctor Begs for World’s Help as Hunger & Disease Spread | Democracy Now!

#Dr Ahmed Moghrabi

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Enlightened , Divine , Antinous                                                                         just some of my digital Artwork 

#antinous #martin hintzsche

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ca 2013

it is and arise acting out

is is enjoy acting into

is it in as acting after

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is is is no go with

it is as not holds but

is it used nothing conflict into

#lemon

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do yall know about this

#mark doty

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My poetry is a record of what happened. I will not forget what happens to me. I do not want people who come after me to forget what happened.

— Mosab Abu Toha, from an interview with Syracuse University News

#Mosab Abu Toha

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History is full of people who just didn’t. They said no thank you, turned away, ran away to the desert, stood on the streets in rags, lived in barrels, burned down their own houses, walked barefoot through town, killed their rapists, pushed away dinner, meditated into the light.

— Anne Boyer, from "No," published on the Poetry Foundation blog

#Anne Boyer

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We wanted to be good company for one another. Little did we know that first picnic how this would go. Your hair was thick, mine long and easy; we climbed a bluff to look over a storybook plain. We chose our spot as high as we could, to see the river and the checkerboard fields.

Thanksgiving for Two by Marjorie Saiser | Poetry Foundation

#Marjorie Saiser