A kind of peerage, belatedly.

Lucas Cranach's Martyrdom of Katherine
Wikimedia Commons
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link Art42Day

Astronomy Quilt of the Week

I wouldn't be surprised if there was a causal link between Boynton's presence in the antipodes and the Department of Sustainability and Environment.

JANÓW SOKÓLSKI - ROOF FRAMEWORK

Revisions
Sarah Belchetz-Swenson

"In doing a memorial work I have tried to take particular care to speak from my own place as a witness who, while identifying with the victims, is reluctant to presume a knowledge of suffering not personally undergone. This reflects no lack of confidence in my imagination but rather a respect for the experiences of others."

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link path Ruth Chandler Williamson Gallery thru Art42Day

BBC Radio 4 shortlist of Greatest Painting in Britain survey at Artcyclopedia
Another superb presentation by John Malyon

"Wareas, Bein in the magority we kin do ez we please, and ez the
nigger aint no vote he kant help hisself, therefore be it"

On Negro Emigration
Petroleum V. Nasby (1864)
The Nasby Papers
UVa Library
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Petroleum V. Nasby (David Ross Locke)
"...a type of the backwoods preacher, reformer, workingman, postmaster, and chronic office-seeker, remarkable for his unswerving fidelity to the simple principles of personal and political selfishness. To him the luxuries of life are a place under the government, a glass of whiskey, a clean shirt, and a dollar bill..."
Nasby
Early Humorists
The Cambridge History of English and American Literature
Bartleby
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"The Cheapest and Best Newspaper in the United States"
Josh Billings, Mark Twain, and Petroleum V. Nasby
LoC

There was talk of a parade.



They said they'd wait, while my leg got better.
But it's taking so long.

Resonance 104.4fm is London's first radio art station, brought to you by London Musicians' Collective.
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link click opera

Exactly.

"If Joan Didion went crazy, what are the chances for the rest of us? Not so good, except that we have her example to instruct us and sentences we can almost sing."

John Leonard/NYREV-
link :::wood s lot:::

BOGUS!!:

The most well-recognized piece of music in the western world may be Beethoven's Fifth Symphony. The opening notes are as instantly recognized as Coca-Cola. But consider the diminutive white-breasted wood wren. Though unknown to most of the human race, its song is delightfully familiar. How comes it that Beethoven and the wood wren are singing the same song? Since the deaf composer presumably did not instruct the shy bird, perhaps the bird influenced him? Or maybe the similarity is proof that birds do in fact sing? Perhaps, but it's necessary sometimes to step back a bit, not presume that we undertand what music is, indeed to let go of the word "music" altogether. From this vantage point, the most obvious fact is that we and wood wren share the same world.

Kieran Suckling/NRDC Action Fund

stotious

streel

Not me, not now, but the night I broke my leg I had a goodly bit of wine in, not quite a bottle of, not enough to be causative, but a contributing factor possibly, that and the rotten floor and the bandana tied round my leg to keep the cuffs out of the bike chain that I neglected to remove when I laid down to nap.
Got up to go, went down the hall, made the turn to the bathroom - and there you are.

burning out can take a long time...

More than the morphine and Vicodin, Doris Lessing's The Grandmothers made it possible for me to get through the recurring nightmares of post-surgery hospital days and nights without breaking.
And by extension the county library system.
And by further extension... well, it doesn't stop, does it?
Still here.

It's true what it says here, that "The picture is of his trailer home where he lives with his mother", although it's not as precise as saying "where he lives with his mother who is dying". And she has since died, on August 9.
3 weeks later I was nearing some kind of adjustment to the grief and turning toward the demands of my life now, recovering from the intensity of her dying, which I was the only caregiver for, up until literally the last hours.
I've now broken my leg, the fibula down by the ankle. It's a serious fracture requiring surgery.
I have no insurance, no job, so that means trusting to the absolute bottom care available. And endless hours in waiting rooms.
Tomorrow I go in for the surgery. When I get out, on Monday, my ability to walk and run is going to depend entirely on the healing I'm able to do, while I try to put together something to pay the rent and put food in the kitchen.
So posting will be light for a while.

U-Turn Magazine:

"It is 9:15 a.m. and my supervisor just got his morning coffee and breakfast from the cafeteria on the second floor. I open a can of Coca-Cola. Until 12:00 p.m. in their cells, I have the opportunity to see clients in the medical unit and do one to one art therapy. I pray as I go in the cell, for the safety of the child and myself. Trusting that the child has enough strength to plow through issues, that I have enough strength to stay with them in their cell."

Analysis of Empathy through Visual Dialogue
Staci Martin
Pointing to Prisoners

"just like one of those fairy tales"

timing, balance and a sense of humor

a fraction of the nearly one billion dollars which Pooh