10 Interesting Things I Found on the Internet 179

Let me carry your voice: famous actors read testimonies of Palestinians enduring Israeli torture

The “Let Me Carry Your Voice” is a series of testimonies of the torture endured by Palestinians across the occupied Palestinian territory as a result of Israel’s genocide, decades-long occupation, and apartheid. In this edition, Annie Lennox, Javier Bardem, Guy Pearce and Laura Morante read the real stories of Palestinians.

Injustice is not abstract. It is engraved in people’s skin, bones, minds. It tears through everyday life, exposing the depths of human cruelty.

Justice is not abstract either. It begins with each of us. It demands courage, sacrifice, discomfort, change. It requires us to speak up, to demand accountability. To ensure that no story is pushed into the darkness. They want to silence Palestine. We will not let them.

https://youtu.be/XuDA-l2cQ6k?si=UG9lb6lMdo98PvKC

Green Summer Ride in Nagano, Japan

https://youtu.be/vFH2lGROUI8?si=S2kuHWABOqmIh3QO

Thaithong’s fairy lantern, a type of plant native to southeast Asia. Photo Chatree Lertsintanakorn

Jim Carey’s speech to university graduates about choosing a great path through life

https://youtu.be/RrOGQD4Z9A4?si=O2k0qrMd0n1OgBtp

Crispy Chinese Eggplant by Nagi

This is the end-game for sticky hot fried finger food people…the END GAME!

https://youtu.be/Hq3fRxXi8JY?si=UlG_CDMzF-PUmFk6

Jamie MacDougall Art and Music

This drawing really captures a beautiful and joyful moment between two species!

20 Japanese Words for Rain by Miya Ando

Turning picture and prose into a poignant meditation on nature’s impermanence.

Via MIT Press Reader

In Western culture, there has always been a tendency to seek stability and permanence. Plato envisioned eternal truths in his theory of forms; Newton described a physical world governed by immutable laws; America’s Founding Fathers drafted a Constitution designed to endure the ages. Beneath all of this lies a discomfort with the notion that nothing lasts forever.

Miya 美夜 Ando has spent the past two decades confronting that impermanence in her artistic practice. Guided by the Japanese aphorism mono no aware — a recognition of reality’s fundamental transience — the Japanese and American visual artist often focuses on fleeting natural phenomena, such as clouds, lunar phases, and shooting stars.

This focus animates her latest work, “Water of the Sky.” The book is a stunning bilingual compendium of 2,000 Japanese words for rain along with their English interpretations, all of which capture “the breadth and diversity of rain’s many expressions,” Ando writes: “When it falls, how it falls, and how its observer might be transformed physically or emotionally by its presence.” Accompanying the text are 100 of her indigo drawings — rendered in pencil and micronized pure silver — each offering a visual display of rain’s varied forms.

Below, you’ll find five drawings and 20 words from Ando’s visual dictionary. The text ranges from “prosaic to esoteric, extending from the meteorological to the mystical and from the minute to the vast,” she writes. “My visual interpretations of these terms are not so much illustrations as evocations, attempts to embody or imagine that particular rain’s precise and essential quality.”

— The Editors

Taikan Jiu: Mercy-from-drought rain

Kabashira Tateba, Ame: See a swarm of mosquitoes, signal of rain

Uki: Praying for rain

Onibi: Will-o’-the-wisp seen on rainy nights

Tokidoki Niwaka Ame: Sometimes light snow and rain showers

Tokidoki Niwaka Yuki: Sometimes snow or sometimes light snow or rain

Giu: False rain

Ama ga Nukeru: The skies open up, it rains like cats and dogs

Shinotsukuame: Intense rain that falls heavily, is very fine and strong like the Bamboo Grove at Shinotake

Uryū Ensa: Describes the appearance of a fisherman working in the rain

Hitome: One rain

Sau: Rain that falls on the river shoal

Amadoi: Sliding red beans to resemble the sound of rain

Nakidashisōna Soramoyō: The sky appears as though it is about to start crying

Kōu: Rain that comes exactly when you were waiting for it

Amagaeru Fukō: A boy who was punished and turned into a frog that cries before it rains for his misdeeds against his father

Sanbaine: A sudden evening storm that occurs so quickly, one has no time to make even three bundles of rice

Zubunure: Soaked by rain all the way through one’s clothing

Amaguri Higaki: In years of rain, chestnuts produce well; in years of sunshine, persimmons produce well

Kitsune no Yomeiri: The day that foxes have their wedding ceremony

Autistic communication bingo

I can relate to a fair few of these and a lot of the people who I associate with have these traits also. Found via BlueSky

Seagrass comes alive in the ebb and flow of the ocean

A mystical dance of amazement

https://www.reddit.com/r/NatureIsFuckingLit/comments/1offrgj/the_seagrass_comes_alive_with_the_ebb_and_flow_of/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

My perfect dream home

This gilded Middle Eastern salon adorned with intricate frescoes to romantic floral patterns and warm colours is my perfect dream home.

Djuma Soundsystem – Les Djinns (Trentemøller Remix)

I don’t know Djuma Soundsystem I am so glad that now I do. The combination of dark electro and middle eastern influence is a match made in heaven. Trentemøller has an amazing and extensive back catalogue of dark electro and techno to explore and enjoy as well.

https://youtu.be/SHfqI7PntCc?si=m3KUg0uKmOD0VZQR

The enchanting Ottoman maps of ancient cities by Matrakçı Nasuh

The Bosnian-born polymath Matrakçı Nasuh earned his nickname from an unlikely source, inventing a military lawn game involving cudgels called “matrak”. But this 16th-century scholar’s legacy lays mainly in his exquisite miniature paintings documenting the Ottoman Empire’s landscapes and cities.

His most significant work, Fetihname-i Karabuğdan, chronicles Suleiman the Magnificent’s 1532–1555 Safavid campaign. The manuscript traces the Ottoman army’s route from Istanbul through Baghdad and Tabriz, then back through Halab and Eskisehir. Each city appears rendered with meticulous and charming detail.

Matrakçı’s precision and artful execution became so influential that it spawned a new genre of art! the “Matrakçı style.” via Public Domain Review

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In April

April is National Poetry Month. It is a time set aside to read poetry, to hear it, and to speak it aloud. Not to analyze it too quickly, but to let it move as it was meant to move through voice, through rhythm, through the quiet spaces between words.

Spring brings with it a natural turning toward poetry. The light changes, the air softens, and language seems to follow. This April, I return to Rainer Maria Rilke and his poem, “In April”.

https://youtu.be/Lysu57MuRug?si=3qrRY_VNihv1lNtk

In April

by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926)

Again the woods are odorous, the lark
Lifts on upsoaring wings the heaven gray
That hung above the tree-tops, veiled and dark,
Where branches bare disclosed the empty day.

After long rainy afternoons an hour
Comes with its shafts of golden light and flings
Them at the windows in a radiant shower,
And rain drops beat the panes like timorous wings.

Then all is still. The stones are crooned to sleep
By the soft sound of rain that slowly dies;
And cradled in the branches, hidden deep
In each bright bud, a slumbering silence lies.

Kergord Woods in April

Amidst the wild and deeply indented coasts of the Shetland Islands, with their enclosed, steep hills and shifting skies, there stands a solitary forest. Kergord Woods is the only substantial woodland in the islands. Planted between 1909 and 1921, the trees have endured harsh winters and persistent winds, yet they thrive offering shelter to birds and a place of quiet gathering within an otherwise open landscape.

During my first visit to Shetland in 2018, I walked through these woods. There is something about Kergord that feels deeply aligned with Rilke’s poem. The air carries the scent of damp earth and awakening growth. Rain lingers, not as storm, but as presence soft against branches and leaves. Light arrives in brief, golden intervals, filtering through the trees before retreating again.

It is a place of transition. Not fully winter, not yet spring but held in that delicate in-between. And in that space, Rilke’s words seem not only descriptive, but present. The “odorous woods”, the rain against the panes, the hush that follows. All of it can be felt here.

Since that first walk, this poem returned to me each April, carried on the same quiet awakening that stirs in the trees. Poetry does not belong to a single moment. It returns. In seasons. In memory. In places that hold something we cannot quite name. We do not always go looking for it. Sometimes, it finds its way back to us as April returns, as the woods awaken, as a poem waits quietly to be spoken once more.

Until the next poem,

Rebecca

There's a quality of intelligence in a system that has been finding its balance for a long time — in a forest, in a mycelial network, in a community practising fair share together. It doesn't force. It finds what works, releases what doesn't, and lets the skill deepen with time. The Aim-Act-Reflect cycle the Farmastery runs on is an attempt to learn that same quality of movement.

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Rilke’s Advice to a Young Poet

This is from Rainer Maria Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet—one of the most beautiful pieces of writing advice ever put to paper:

You ask whether your verses are good. You ask me. You have asked others before. You send them to magazines. You compare them with other poems, and you are disturbed when certain editors reject your efforts. Now (since you have allowed me to advise you) I beg you to give up all that.

You are looking outward, and that above all you should not do now. Nobody can counsel and help you, nobody. There is only one single way. Go into yourself. Search for the reason that bids you write; find out whether it is spreading out its roots in the deepest places of your heart, acknowledge to yourself whether you would have to die if it were denied you to write.

This above all — ask yourself in the stillest hour of your night: must I write? Delve into yourself for a deep answer. And if this should be affirmative, if you may meet this earnest question with a strong and simple “I must,” then build your life according to this necessity; your life even into its most indifferent and slightest hour must be a sign of this urge and a testimony to it.

Then draw near to Nature. Then try, like some first human being, to say what you see and experience and love and lose.

Therefore, my dear sir, I know no advice for you save this: to go into yourself and test the depths in which your life takes rise; at its source you will find the answer to the question whether you must create. Accept it just as it sounds, without inquiring into it. Perhaps it will turn out that you are called to be an artist. Then take that destiny upon yourself and bear it—its burden and its greatness—without ever asking what recompense might come from outside. For the creator must be a world for himself and find everything in himself and in Nature to whom he has attached himself.

But perhaps after this descent into yourself and into your inner solitude you will have to give up becoming a poet; (it is enough, as I have said, to feel that one could live without writing: then one must not attempt it at all). But even then this inward searching which I ask of you will not have been in vain. Your life will in any case find its own ways thence, and that they may be good, rich, and wide I wish you more than I can say.

What more shall I say to you? Everything seems to me to have its just emphasis; and after all I do only want to advise you to keep growing quietly and seriously throughout your whole development; you cannot disturb it more rudely than by looking outward and expecting from outside replies to questions that only your inmost feeling in your most hushed hour can perhaps answer.

Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers.
-- Rainer Maria Rilke

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Qu’à cela ne tienne ?

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« Est-il possible que malgré les inventions et les progrès, malgré la culture, la religion et les grands sages de l’univers, on soit resté à la surface de la vie ? Est-il possible que l’on ait recouvert cette surface elle-même, qui aurait été tout de même quelque chose, d’une étoffe incroyablement ennuyeuse qui la fait ressembler aux meubles du salon pendant les vacances d’été ? »

Rainer Maria Rilke, Les carnets de Malte Laurids Brigge, traduit de l’allemand par Claude Porcell, Garnier-Flammarion, 1995.
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