Sorrow
So now it has our complete attention, and we are made whole.
We take it into our hands like a rope, grateful and tethered,
freed from wanting for it to happen. It is here, precisely
as we imagined.
If the man has died, if the childâs illness has taken a suddenÂ
turn, if the house has burned in the middle of night
and in winter, there is at least a kind of stopping that will
pass for peace.
Now when we speak it is with a great seriousness, and when
we touch it is with our own fingers, and when we listen
it is with our big eyes that have looked at a thing
and have not blinked.
There is no longer any reason to distrust us. When it leaves
it will leave like summer, and we will remember it as a break
in something that had seemed as unrelenting as coming rain
and we will be sorry to see it go.
-Marie Howe
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Hale County This Morning This Evening
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Our Navy dad grew up poor in Sarasota, Florida, and he reminded me and my siblings constantly of our many advantages. One afternoon, while I was sitting on the bait cooler reading Bram Stoker, he looked up from gutting a red snapper and told me, âKaren, the only reason you can imagine anything at all is because you have food in your belly.â I try not to forget this. If youâre afraid that you canât pay rent, or buy groceries for your family, there is no surplus energy to burn inside a dream.
Karen Russell, âA Brutally Honest Accounting of Writing, Money, and Motherhoodâ
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August Kopisch (German, 1799-1853)
Untitled (Night fountain), N/D
Oil on canvas, 65 x 49 cm
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Simon Dennyâs Power Vest 1, made from scarves owned by Margaret Thatcher, parts from a Patagonia M Down Sweater Vest, and down from second-hand garments found in San Francisco.
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