Category Archives: Other peoples words

Richard Wilbur: Love Calls Us to the Things of This World

Originally posted on Vox Populi:
The eyes open to a cry of pulleys, And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple As false dawn. Outside the open window The morning air is all awash…

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Stability Vs Mobility

“Listen, O lord of the meeting rivers, things standing shall fall, but the moving ever shall stay.” Basavanna “What makes you stuck?” Dick Cavett asks. “Well, everywhere I went, led me where I didn’t want to be,” Paul Simon says. … Continue reading →

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2021 Graphic Journal #21: June 14-27

ADVANCED ENTRY: navigating familiar environments in extraordinary circumstances

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The Power of the Unnoticed, Integral and Incremental

I am done with great things and big things with great institutions and big success. And I am for those tiny, invisible, molecular moral forces that work from individual to individual through the crannies of the world like so many … Continue reading →

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My Friend Asha told me about 2 Deaths

Asha told me about her father dying in India: “My father was killed in a car accident. A truck ran into his car and ripped off the top. There are no driving laws in India. The truck driver ran away. … Continue reading →

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