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Angie Brenner
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Feminist
Psychotherapist and candidate in Jungian training
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Claire Cansick
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Painting of a dark blue ocean, with many wiggly lines of blue-violet showing the motion of waves across the surface. A dark silhouette of a person in the bottom left corner, with one hand that has uncannily long fingers they are running through the water. A wedge of blue sky with white clouds in the top left, and a tilted horizon line
June 3, 2025 at 10:18 AM
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Rep. Crockett's Statement in Support of Rep. LaMonica Melver
Rep. Crockett's Statement in Support of Rep. LaMonica Melver "Let me be very clear: this is what the weaponization of government looks like. Rep. LaMonica Mclver was doing her job-conducting oversight, standing up for her constituents, and demanding answers from an out-of-control administration. That's not a crime. That's her constitutional duty. That's exactly what the people of New Jersey's 10th Congressional District sent her to do. While attempting to conduct oversight, she was met with retaliation, intimidation-and now, they're hitting her with charges. Let's be honest: this isn't about justice. It's a political stunt-plain and simple. Charging Rep. Mclver is a desperate attempt to scare her into silence. If they can come for an elected Member of Congress while she's doing her job, they can come for anybody. Doesn't matter if you're a citizen, a green card holder, or someone just trying to survive in this country-if you challenge their power, you become a target. This is the same tired authoritarian playbook we've seen again and again under this administration. I stand with Rep. Mclver. We will not back down. We will not be intimidated. And we sure as hell won't stop fighting for the truth. The people sent us here to serve them—not to bow down to a wannabe dictator.' Jasmine Crockett REPRESENTING TEXAS' 30TH DISTRICT
May 20, 2025 at 7:26 PM
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David Hockney
Painting showing a corner of a limestone building with tall arched windows drenched in bright green light that seems to come from sunlight through the leaves of slender trees or vines. These trees’ foliage creates a ceiling over the path that forms the foreground of the painting. The ground is painted in lavender dotted with pale golden color indicating the light through the leaves.
April 13, 2025 at 12:51 PM
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I am the stillness between two notes that don't easily harmonize,
because the note Death wants to lift itself up...
But in the dark interval both come, trembling, to join as one...

—Rilke,
trans. Mark Burrows
Text: I My life is not this steep hour in which you see me hurrying so. I am a tree standing before what I once was; I am only one of my many mouths, and, at that, the first to close. I am the stillness between two notes that don't easily harmonize, because the note Death wants to lift itself up... But in the dark interval both come, trembling, to join as one... and the song remains beautiful. —untitled; from Prayers of a Young Poet (The Book of Hours), trans. Mark S. Burrows (2013/2024)
March 16, 2025 at 4:53 PM
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We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.

(Margaret Atwood)
Text: the moment margaret atwood The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your room, house, half-acre, square mile, island, country, knowing at last how you got there, and say, I own this, is the same moment when the trees unloose their soft arms from around you, the birds take back their language, the cliffs fissure and collapse, the air moves back from you like a wave and you can't breathe. No, they whisper. You own nothing. You were a visitor, time after time climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming. We never belonged to you. You never found us. It was always the other way round.
March 16, 2025 at 4:49 PM
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Daisy Sheff
The King of the Mountain Cometh
The colorful, fanciful, primitivist and expressive painting is dominated by reds and pinks. The central figure is a bearded man with a curling mustache, who seems a bit hunched and walking. The three diagonal yellow shapes of his pointed beard, the standing shock of his hair, and the collar of his robe or coat (or perhaps it’s something he carries over his shoulder?), all align, pointing toward the right top corner. A blue tree hovers behind his back. Large black flowers rise on the left side of the painting. Other flowers shapes dot the painting, in greens, blues and pinks.
March 15, 2025 at 10:17 AM
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John Murillo
Variation on a theme by Elizabeth Bishop
Text: VARIATION ON A THEME BY ELIZABETH BISHOP Start with loss. Lose everything. Then lose it all again. Lose a good woman on a bad day. Find a better woman, then lose five friends chasing her. Learn to lose as if your life depended on it. Learn that your life depends on it. Learn it like karate, like riding a bike. Learn it, master it. Lose money, lose time, lose your natural mind. Get left behind, then learn to leave others. Lose and lose again. Measure a father's coffin against a cousin's crashing T-cells. Kiss your sister through prison glass. Know why your woman's not answering her phone. Lose sleep. Lose religion. Lose your wallet in El Segundo. Open your window. Listen: the last slow notes of a Donny Hathaway song. A child crying. Listen: a drunk man is cussing out the moon. He sounds like your dead uncle, who, before he left, lost a leg to sugar. Shame. Learn what's given can be taken; what can be taken, will. This you can bet on without losing. Sure as nightfall and an empty bed. Lose and lose again. Lose until it's second nature. Losing farther, losing faster. Lean out your open window, listen: the child is laughing now. No, it's the drunk man again in the street, losing his voice, suffering each invisible star.
February 26, 2025 at 6:33 PM
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Old Women
Kathleen Jamie

Published in The Bonniest Companie (Picador, 2015)
Text: Old Women Thon tree, earthfast at the foot of your Alpine meadow, dark, with mossy branches, - apple perhaps - can you give it a message? Can you please say spring will be there soon? It's creeping up the mountain as though carried on an old woman's back. When we're old women we will fetch spring too. You know the tree I mean.
February 26, 2025 at 3:27 PM
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#blueMonday

Edward Steichen
Lake George
1904
A moody dark tree rises in the foreground in front of dark blue-green lake. The blue-green color tints the entire painting. A few in distinct boats or barges float on the water. Far into the lake, a golden light glints on the water, as if from the moonlight shining down from a moon off the canvas.
February 24, 2025 at 1:17 PM
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From Rebecca Solnit
Black background with white text stating in all caps: COUP ATTEMPT UPDATE : PROTEST AT THE WHITE HOUSE AT 5PM TODAY. IF YOU CSN GO, GO.
January 29, 2025 at 12:09 PM
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If you see this post something green
Ariana Grande as Galinda, with long blonde hair and a crown, in profile, kisses Cynthia Erivo as Elphaba, on the cheek. Eliana, her skin bright green, eyes closed, is smiling as she receives the kiss. She is wearing all black, with a pointed black witch hat, jauntily crooked, and her braids in a low pony tail resting on her shoulder.
January 23, 2025 at 6:59 PM
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Harmonia Rosales
Work in progress
Painting: On a round gold frame, a black woman stretches her limbs to the edges of the painting, making a star and dividing the canvas into sections. In the bottom section, two large fish swim in blue water. To the left is a scene with an okapi and a tree. To the right, a landscape with a parched desert, a broken tree, and lying in the cracked ground, a the white skull of an undulate, perhaps an okapi. The woman’s upper arms grow into tree branches fully leafed out in lush green and flowering with bright red flowers. Her head is thrown back toward the sky, which is a deep orange-gold.
January 21, 2025 at 11:20 AM
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A breathtakingly beautiful concert! The spoken word text by Regie Gibson was very powerful, and the musical performances were enthralling. A knock-out!
A photo of a slim black man with his arms raised in the posture of conducting music. He is smiling and wearing a black button-down shirt and black vest. Text says: Crossing the Deep Parallel lives, shared stories, and transatlantic musical traditions intertwine in this revelatory choral drama. Premiered by H+H in 2023 to sold-out houses, Crossing the Deep explores the resonances and juxtapositions between sacred music by Handel and Negro spirituals by enslaved Africans in America, written at the same time and often using the same Biblical texts. "There should be next performances and then some," raved The Boston Globe, and we're glad to deliver: Now, we're inviting even more Bostonians to join us for this one-of-a-kind emotional journey. NEC'S JORDAN HALL FRI, JAN 17, 2025 | 7:30PM SUN, JAN 19, 2025 | 3:00PM Anthony Trecek-King, conductor and co-creator Reginald Mobley, countertenor and co-creator Regie Gibson, spoken word artist Brianna Robinson, soprano H+H Orchestra and Chorus "One of the most important concerts in H+H's illustrious history... The electrifying combination should dispel forever the notion that period music performed on period instruments is merely a museum outing." - The Boston Musical Intelligencer
January 18, 2025 at 10:02 PM
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Text saying: LIGHTS OUT META Log out of all META platforms for a week, from Jan 19-26, 2025 Over an image from space of the US, showing major cities lit up at night
January 15, 2025 at 2:52 PM
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Text: @Liz_Cheney Donald, this is not the Soviet Union. You can't change the truth and you cannot silence us. Remember all your lies about the voting machines, the election workers, your countless allegations of fraud that never happened? Many of your lawyers have been sanctioned, disciplined or disbarred, the courts ruled against you, and dozens of your own White House, administration, and campaign aides testified against you. Remember how you sent a mob to our Capitol and then watched the violence on television and refused for hours to instruct the mob to leave? Remember how your former Vice President prevented you from overturning our Republic? We remember. And now, as you take office again, the American people need to reject your latest malicious falsehoods and stand as the guardrails of our Constitutional Republic — to protect the America we love from you.
January 5, 2025 at 11:56 PM
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Ursula K LeGuin

with thanks to Maya Popova’s Substack
January Night Prayer Bellchimes jangle, freakish wind whistles icy out of desert lands over the mountains. Janus, Lord of winter and beginnings, riven and shaken, with two faces, watcher at the gates of winds and cities, god of the wakeful: keep me from coldhanded envy and petty anger. Open my soul to the vast dark places. Say to me, say again, nothing is taken, only given.
January 5, 2025 at 12:28 PM
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Emil Nolde, North Sea Dunes
- 1936
Painting of pale dunes in foreground, deep blue water with reddish sky in microns, and brightly lit sky above with dark gray clouds floating in the brightness.
December 15, 2024 at 2:15 PM
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Joseph Fasano
Printed poem For A Student Who Used AI to Write A Paper Now I let it fall back in the grasses. I hear you. I know this life is hard now.i know your days are precious on this earth. But what are you trying to be free of? The living? The miraculous task of it? Love is for the ones who love the work.
December 15, 2024 at 1:49 PM
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Sketch by Van Gogh
A charcoal sketch of a pine cone, the bottom tines open, tilted on a slant, by Vincent Van Gogh
December 15, 2024 at 1:45 PM
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Emily Carr
Loosely painted green fir tree by Emily Carr.
December 15, 2024 at 5:13 AM
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Sue Hubbard, quoted in Ann Wroe’s Orpheus: The Song of Life
Will you forget me? Steel tracks lead you out past cranes and crematoria, boat yards and bike sheds, ruby shards of roman glass and wolf-bone mummified in mud, the rows of curtained windows like eyelids heavy with sleep, to the city's green edge. Now I stop my ears with wax, hold fast The memory of the song you once whispered in my ear, Its echoes tangle like briars in my thick hair. You turned to look.
December 3, 2024 at 4:32 AM
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On 4/15/2019, when the Cathedral of Notre Dame was burning down, the poet Fred Lamotte wrote this. I find it as breath-taking as ever.

Our Lady is on fire.
Our Lady is on fire.

And when the cathedral
comes home to the ash
Interior of the newly reopened Cathedral of Notre Dame, with its stately rows of gothic arches, pale masonry and checkerboard floor
November 29, 2024 at 4:53 PM
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Brian Selznick’s absolutely lavish illustrated volume of Whitman’s Live Oak, With Moss.
Illustration showing two male forms walking toward each other, one gray, one fiery, against a backdrop of stars Photo of text
November 24, 2024 at 2:40 PM
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Lucy Campbell
Sealskin
2024
Painting of a woman with long black hair and a seal swimming in a circular shape around each other, in murky blue-green tones
November 21, 2024 at 11:00 AM