March 2012
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Taking Time to Remember My Brother, His Death,...
Ultimately, I want this process of remembrance to end in the setting of a new course for my future. I want to create it, shape it, breathe my life into it. In this moment, I have a glimmer of hope and a shroud of sadness. The shroud gives me shadows of doubt that occlude hope’s glimmer. That’s when I feel like a victim of the world instead of a creator. Here’s what I’ve...
After the Revolution, Gender Friction in Egypt
A march in Cairo marking International Women’s Day apparently turned ugly on Tuesday. Several hundred women and supporters of women’s rights reported harassment from counterprotesters who taunted and, in some cases, physically intimidated them.
Twitter reports flooded in from women who attended the march in Tahrir Square, the epicenter of antigovernment protests last month. Many ...
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Art and Lies in Three Passages from Sappho: III
The siren body through the peaceful air. My body, unsaveable but saved. A face bending over me with the sun in it. A voice urging me with the sea in it. The water of life on the dry soil. The sun on the frozen earth. Touch me: Your hand the envoy of your heart.
—Jeanette Winterson
Art and Lies in Three Passages from Sappho: II
Look up. This is the season of shooting stars. Light, two thousand years old, still dazzling. Let me see your face. Your face lit up by twenty centuries. Who told me you had stars in your eyes? Let me see your heavenly body. Star-proof I am not. From a hundred billion others, you hurled yourself down in gassy form; no definite boundaries, no fixed volume. You could have filled any space but the...
Art and Lies in Three Passages from Sappho: I
Look up. A hundred billion stars in our galaxy, the Milky Way. Unconcerned with me, that confidence of stars, light offerings, two thousand years old. If they are anything to me they are jewels for my shroud. I cannot know them. I cannot even know myself. Pascal’s terror is mine: ‘Le silence eternel de ces espaces infinis m’effraie.’ What can balance the inequity of that...
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