Going to be in Minneapolis this Saturday? Stop by On Being on Loring Park and catch this phenomenal performance by Ragamala Dance: “Honoring Tagore: Sacred Earth.” It’s part of the Northern Spark festival and it’s free. If you want a seat, I’d highly recommend that you RSVP.
-Charles Wright, the new U.S. Poet Laureate
We cannot write well or truly but what we write with gusto. The body, the senses must conspire with the spirit — Expression is the act of the whole man. That our speech may be vascular — intellect is powerless to express thought without the aid of the heart and liver and of every member — Often I feel that my head stands out too dry — when it should be immersed. A writer, a man writing is the scribe of all nature — he is the corn and the grass and the atmosphere of writing. — Henry David Thoreau, in a journal entry dated September 2, 1851.
"Learn by heart the forms to be found in nature, so that you can use them like notes in a musical composition. That is what these forms are for. Nature is a marvelous chaos, and it is our job and our duty to bring order into that chaos and — to perfect it. Leave it to others to puzzle over old books on geometry or the problems of higher mathematics. We are going to enjoy the forms we see before our eyes."
— Max Beckmann, “Drei Briefe an Eine Malerin” (1948)
(Photo of a woman looking at Max Beckmann paintings at Hypo-Kunsthalle in Munich by Joerg Koch/Getty Images)
Photo of the Day: Cows in the Afternoon
Photography by Mina Delic (Senta, Serbia and Montenegro); Novi Pazar, Serbia
How can a kid from the prairie resist reblogging this?
Ever wondered what transcendence looks like?
This gorgeous moment came up in an image search for “creeds.” She’s dancing with a group of druids, pagans and revellers at a winter solstice ceremony at Stonehenge.
Reminds me of this well-loved piece we published on paganism in Ireland.
(Photo by Matt Cardy/Getty Images)
"The Church Trap" at the 2013 Burning Man Festival. An old church-shaped structure is poised to catch people sitting in its pews or playing its organ.
A perfect image to lead Martin Marty’s piece on how Christians exaggerate their attendance at church when talking to surveyors on the phone rather than when taking an online poll.
Photo by Mack Reed
All others talked as if
talk were a dance. —
Denise Levertov, from "Caedmon"
Thanks to Phip Ross for sending me this lovely poem.
The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper. —
Eden Phillpotts, “A Shadow Passes.”
A listener shared this quote (commonly misattributed to W. B. Yeats) inspired by our show with social psychologist Ellen Langer.
To be a poor man is hard, but to be a poor race in a land of dollars is the very bottom of hardships. —
W.E.B. Du Bois, from The Souls of Black Folk
A powerful opening to an important book.
We have many, many studies that suggest that the limits we assume are real are artificial, and that we don’t have to accept them at all. —
Dr. Ellen Langer
More of this amazing social psychologist here.
Poetry prevents everybody from feeling lonely. — Nikki Giovanni, from The Read Around