"It is like what we imagine knowledge to be:
dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free,
drawn from the cold hard mouth
of the world [...]
flowing and drawn, and since
our knowledge is historical, flowing, and flown."
(Elizabeth Bishop, from 'At The Fishhouses', 1955)
"Instead of giving every American the right to vote, what if we redraw the districts to look like an elephant that is being frightened by a mouse?" mcsweeneys.net/articles/if-we…
Word of the day: “Eremocene” - “the Age of Loneliness”; the "miserable future" into which we are accelerating as a species, characterised by the existential & material isolation that comes from having calamitously extinguished other forms of life on Earth (coined by E.O. Wilson).
Words of the day: “winter solstice” - the shortest day, today, when the sun reaches its lowest maximum height in the sky — after which light begins its slow climb back and night yields its reach.
Midwinter, yule, the year’s pivot, Earth’s rebirth, a dawn of hope.