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NYT headline: Can A.I. Generate New Ideas?

Betteridge's Law final boss

Renee Nicole Good, murdered by ICE, was a prize-winning poet. Here’s that poem. Renee Nicole Good, 37, mother to a six-year-old boy, was murdered earlier today by an ICE agent in Minneapolis, a few blocks from her home. According to the Minnesota Star Tribune: [An ICE agent] s…

“i want back my rocking chairs, / solipsist sunsets, / & coastal jungle sounds...”

A poem by Renee Nicole Good, who was murdered by ICE earlier today.

lithub.com/renee-nicole...

Hard agree. Underrated film.

David Lynch smirking in an interview -Believe it or not, Eraserhead is my most spiritual film. -Elaborate on that. -No.

Gather round kids and let me tell you a story about a real technology ban...

Imagine making obsessive hateful judginess your entire personality to the point that it’s half of your obit headline. In terms of phrasing, it literally (appropriately) pre-empts her actual career here. Hope she can see this somehow through the brimstone clouds and whatnot.

Quote: “In 1988, she attempted a comeback tour, performing in Florida trailer-park rec rooms.”

The major US papers disappoint lately, but the NYT obituary for Anita Bryant is a master class in plainly-stated informational-tone takedown. She was read for filth using only facts and her quotes.

Anita Bryant isn't going to see your hurtful posts and jokes about her death but your friends who enjoy them will so that's what they call a win-win situation

Telegram sent by author Dorothy Parker to Robert Benchley on December 31st 1929. Text reads. You come right over here and explain why they are having another year.

Happy New Year from Dorothy Parker (and me).

One Christmas tradition I have is being newly astounded every year by how impossibly bad I am at wrapping presents

I am not being hyperbolic when I say onlookers would gasp

“Nanny state” but it’s a sovereign nation led and populated only by female goats

Still of Fred MacMurray and Edward G. Robinson in scene from Double Indemnity, 1944.

And how is it that Edward G. Robinson could have, if necessary, carried this whole movie by himself? He’s an understated emotional powerhouse here. Doesn’t often get his full due these days.

Saw #DoubleIndemnity in the theatre again because I can never resist the opportunity. Lulled to absurd noir bliss by MacMurray’s million ‘baby’s, of course, and newly amazed by the long shot of Stanywyck’s face during the out-of-frame murder of her husband. Ten beats of story only in the eyes. #film

Absolutely wild that the grocery store thinks it’s safe (in terms of the emotional health of the public) to play 80s Tina Turner at 7:45 in the morning

ELEGY FOR A WALNUT TREE Old friend now there is no one alive who remembers when you were young it was high summer when I first saw you in the blaze of day most of my life ago with the dry grass whispering in your shade and already you had lived through wars and echoes of wars around your silence through days of parting and seasons of absence with the house emptying as the years went their way until it was home to bats and swallows and still when spring climbed toward summer you opened once more the curled sleeping fingers of newborn leaves as though nothing had happened you and the seasons spoke the same language and all these years I have looked through your limbs to the river below and the roofs and the night and you were the way I saw the world

“Elegy for a Walnut Tree,” W.S. Merwin
#poetry #poem #Merwin