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yama-bato:

ZHANG DAQIAN (1899-1983) Mist Clearing Over Pine Covered Peaks courtesy Christie’s Images Ltd., 2012
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yama-bato:

ZHANG DAQIAN (1899-1983) Mist Clearing Over Pine Covered Peaks courtesy Christie’s Images Ltd., 2012

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makerswomen:

Born Today 1880:Helen Keller, author, political activist, lecturer, and the first deafblind person to earn a Bachelor of Arts degree.Photo: Getty Images

makerswomen:

Born Today 1880:

Helen Keller, author, political activist, lecturer, and the first deafblind person to earn a Bachelor of Arts degree.

Photo: Getty Images

beingblog:


“A bit of advice Given to a young Native American At the time of his initiation: As you go the way of life, You will see a great chasm. Jump. It is not as wide as you think.” ―Joseph Campbell

beingblog:

“A bit of advice 
Given to a young Native American 
At the time of his initiation: 
As you go the way of life, 
You will see a great chasm. Jump. 
It is not as wide as you think.” ―Joseph Campbell

thenearsightedmonkey:

From the sketchbook Lynda Barry kept while working on “Picture This”
Drawing and writing and gluing things down on the same piece of paper all at the same time is one way to get new ideas about of what you’re working on.

thenearsightedmonkey:

From the sketchbook Lynda Barry kept while working on “Picture This”

Drawing and writing and gluing things down on the same piece of paper all at the same time is one way to get new ideas about of what you’re working on.

Wendell Berry [On Being] - The Contrariness of the Mad Farmer
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beingblog:

Happy Earth Day y’all. Here’s Wendell Berry reading “The Contrariness of the Mad Farmer” for our podcast production of “The Poetry of Creatures.” Share and reblog with your friends!

I am done with apologies. If contrariness is my
inheritance and destiny, so be it. If it is my mission
to go in at exits and come out at entrances, so be it.
I have planted by the stars in defiance of the experts,
and tilled somewhat by incantation and by singing,
and reaped, as I knew, by luck and Heaven’s favor,
in spite of the best advice. If I have been caught
so often laughing at funerals, that was because
I knew the dead were already slipping away,
preparing a comeback, and can I help it?
And if at weddings I have gritted and gnashed
my teeth, it was because I knew where the bridegroom
had sunk his manhood, and knew it would not
be resurrected by a piece of cake. ‘Dance,’ they told me,
and I stood still, and while they stood
quiet in line at the gate of the Kingdom, I danced.
‘Pray,’ they said, and I laughed, covering myself
in the earth’s brightnesses, and then stole off gray
into the midst of a revel, and prayed like an orphan.
When they said, ‘I know my Redeemer liveth,’
I told them, ‘He’s dead.’ And when they told me
‘God is dead,’ I answered, ‘He goes fishing ever day
in the Kentucky River. I see Him often.’
When they asked me would I like to contribute
I said no, and when they had collected
more than they needed, I gave them as much as I had.
When they asked me to join them I wouldn’t,
and then went off by myself and did more
than they would have asked. ‘Well, then,’ they said
‘go and organize the International Brotherhood
of Contraries,’ and I said, ‘Did you finish killing
everybody who was against peace?’ So be it.
Going against men, I have heard at times a deep harmony
thrumming in the mixture, and when they ask me what
I say I don’t know. It is not the only or the easiest
way to come to the truth. It is one way.

a poem by Langston Hughes

a video montage of people dancing, set to two different kinds of music.