Thank you! At an event last night I said "If the word hope doesn't work for you try, 'Never fucking surrender.'" The word hope seems too sunny to a lot of people, but the heart of it as I'm interested in it is: we make the future in the present, if we show up, and that never surrender part.
Firefall, Yosemite 2/2025
Horsetail Falls, illuminated by the setting sun for a couple of weeks each February….
#flowing #blueskyartshow #nikon #yosemite #landscape #landscapephotography
Delphi, Greece, 1894. Archaeologists and workers pose in front of the statue of Antinous, which was unearthed near the Temple of Apollo in the sanctuary at Delphi.
The Diameter Of The Bomb The diameter of the bomb was thirty centimeters and the diameter of its effective range about seven meters, with four dead and eleven wounded. And around these, in a larger circle of pain and time, two hospitals are scattered and one graveyard. But the young woman who was buried in the city she came from, at a distance of more than a hundred kilometers, enlarges the circle considerably, and the solitary man mourning her death at the distant shores of a country far across the sea includes the entire world in the circle. And I won’t even mention the crying of orphans that reaches up to the throne of God and beyond, making a circle with no end and no God.
amichai.
Stop pre-negotiating. Stop telling voters they have to sacrifice minorities and the marginalized to have a chance of winning. Stop telling voters to settle, to not ask for everything, to be reasonable. Don't be reasonable. Demand the world. The world belongs to us. They don't have more right to it.
my friend found someone here yesterday: deceased, frozen.
if you knew
the sidewalk
that you tread on
the alley
that you rush past
the side door
through which you toss trash
was the deathbed of another
who took their last breath
alone
would you move different
if you knew?
Louis Joseph Reckelbus (1864–1958)
Canal Near Bruges
We had $18k in rent requests come in just today (so far).
We’re anticipating needs at our neighborhood school to be over $100k again this month, but this time donations are WAY down. We don’t have enough money to cover everyone.
Please help us keep our neighbors w/ young kids from being evicted!
Yesterday was Mardi Gras. Kinda wish I had gone. Here’s a painting of a mossy tree on my morning dog walk when we stayed at Fontainebleau Park on the north shore.
If you are wondering what words the all-male Congress found so "blasphemous" that they felt compelled to literally scrape them off the monument, they were: ''Woman, first denied a soul, then called mindless, now arisen, declared herself an entity to be reckoned.''
Floral patterns embroidery with orange blossoms and green-blue feathered leaves on a light brown background
Embroidery design by May Morris (1862-1938) influential English artisan, embroidery designer, jeweller, socialist, and editor #WomensArt
Sorry, just to clarify, you mean Templeton provides similar levels of funding to the humanities and is closer to the right? Or do you mean something else I’m missing? (I can’t read the article.)
Recovery for whom? Not those in concentration camps.
To everyone thanking me, much appreciated but not why I posted! Pls support your local immigrant defense group like:
The Immigrant Law Center of Minnesota: www.ilcm.org/donate/
Or my hometown LUCE: www.lucemass.org/donate
Or Google your city/state & “immigrant defense” to find your local heroes!
So the confrontations, violent apprehensions, and general fear bearing down on communities like Minnesota is only the beginning of the nightmare. Behind the scenes, Orwellian anti-judicial antics thwart lawful recourse. And hidden from sight, non-citizens are tortured for being noncitizens.
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Four monochrome photographs featuring images of a white woman caught in mirrors , reflections and shadows, in streets and an interior
Vivian Maier's (1926-2009) photographic self-portraits in mirrors, shadows, reflections, suggest her enigmatic persona, a shadowy presence behind her camera which enabled the capture of candid moments of life #WomensArt
Thank you!! 🥰
What are the flowers by the pond, the yellow ones? Gorgeous and happy sounds!!! ❤️
Page 1 of a child’s handwritten letter, written in pencil in Spanish. Colorful doodles of a rainbow and hearts are found throughout the page. Translation: “I am Maria Antonia Guerra Montoya and I have been 113 days in detention I miss my friends and I feel they are going to forget me. I am bored here. I already miss my country and my house, I came on vacation for 10 Days and they took me into an ice office an officer interrogated me 2 hours without my mom, I was traveling with flight attendant because my mom lives in new york, they only wanted to arrest my mom, because my mom didn’t have documents to live in U.S.A., I always traveled with my tourist visa but ice used me to catch my mom and now I am in a jail and I am sad and I have fainted 2 times here inside. When I arrived every night I cried and now I don’t sleep well, I felt that being here was my fault and I only wanted to be on vacation like a normal family.”
![Page 2 of a child’s handwritten letter, written in pencil in Spanish. Translation: “They don’t give me my diet I am vegetarian, I don’t eat well, there is no good education and I miss my best friend julieta and my grandmother and my school I already want to get to my house. Me in dilei [Dilley] am not happy please get me out of here to colombia.” Below the text is a drawing of the girl and her mother in the government-issued gray sweatsuits of the detention center.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:k4jt6heuiamymgi46yeuxtpt/bafkreihpnudavq27nzelfb2kd3fjjthco7haqmhvx4zryksfbfruoxkm74)
Page 2 of a child’s handwritten letter, written in pencil in Spanish. Translation: “They don’t give me my diet I am vegetarian, I don’t eat well, there is no good education and I miss my best friend julieta and my grandmother and my school I already want to get to my house. Me in dilei [Dilley] am not happy please get me out of here to colombia.” Below the text is a drawing of the girl and her mother in the government-issued gray sweatsuits of the detention center.
6/ “When I arrived every night I cried and now I don’t sleep well, I felt that being here was my fault and I only wanted to be on vacation like a normal family.”
9-year-old Maria Antonia Guerra Montoya, detained on her way to Disney World, spent 113+ days at Dilley.
This helped bring my heart rate down in the park today.
#vancouver #canada #forest #moss
“The most chilling thing is what happens to society, but also to individuals. Fear becomes internalised, and we begin to censor our own thoughts. We wonder if the law will actually protect us if they come for us one day.”
Thank you!
Can you share without the paywall?
They were careless people, Tom and Daisy- they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.
This is for the kids who die, Black and white, For kids will die certainly. The old and rich will live on awhile, As always, Eating blood and gold, Letting kids die. Kids will die in the swamps of Mississippi Organizing sharecroppers. Kids will die in the streets of Chicago Organizing workers. Kids will die in the orange groves of California Telling others to get together. Whites and Filipinos, Negroes and Mexicans, All kinds of kids will die Who don't believe in lies, and bribes, and contentment And a lousy peace. Of course, the wise and the learned Who pen editorials in the papers, And the gentlemen with Dr. in front of their names. White and black, Who make surveys and write books. Will live on weaving words to smother the kids who die, And the sleazy courts, And the bribe-reaching police, And the blood-loving generals, And the money-loving preachers Will all raise their hands against the kids who die, Beating them with laws and clubs and bayonets and bullets To frighten the people— For the kids who die are like iron in the blood of the people— And the old and rich don't want the people To taste the iron of the kids who die, Don't want the people to get wise to their own power, To believe an Angelo Herndon, or even get together.
Listen, kids who die— Maybe, now, there will be no monument for you Except in our hearts Maybe your bodies'll be lost in a swamp. Or a prison grave, or the potter's field, Or the rivers where you're drowned like Leibknecht. But the day will come— You are sure yourselves that it is coming— When the marching feet of the masses Will raise for you a living monument of love, And joy, and laughter, And black hands and white hands clasped as one, And a song that reaches the sky— The song of the life triumphant Through the kids who die.
“Kids Who Die”
Langston Hughes, 1938
Hedda Sterne. Violin Lesson, 1944
Hedda Sterne. Moonlight, 1946
At fifth grade, I visit the school library. On a wall by the door, a poster claims, "If you read books, you live more than one life." Now I'm thirty and whenever I look at faces around me, old or young, on each forehead I read: "If you live in Gaza, you die several times.”
Mosab Abu Toha
“all I hear is the wind slapping against the gravestones of those who did not make it…” - @clintsmithiii.bsky.social
