Grief, when it comes, is nothing like we expect it to be.
—Joan Didion, born 79 years ago today, on grief – a soul-stirring read for everyone who’s ever lost anyone (via explore-blog)
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Thinking about The Making of the Representative for Planet 8, and the state of the world, and of Lessing’s passage.
What a book of BIG MIND. About our world, our interior world, charting our anthropology, or our future.
From WSJ - The Lost Art of Letter-Writing As letters give way to emails and texts, it’s a tricky time for historians
"And we did think. Letters, flush with content amassed over days or weeks, may reflect a slower cerebral whirring, a gestation of intelligence and reasoning far from the instant responses demanded by email. Letters have always had the power to grant us a larger life, and their physical presence carries human traces."
There’s a great essay over at the Poetry Foundation exploring Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground in the context of New York School poetry.
It’s not possible to calculate the number of times I listened to Transformer my freshman year of college, nor to say how much I needed the company of that sweet, rough voice.
Going back through it all. Thinking about Sterling Morrison who taught at UT Austin, quiet, studying poetry in the graduate school. Friends older brothers who had been in NYC during the Factory days.