Once there were songs for everything,
Songs for planting, for growing, for harvesting,
For eating, getting drunk, falling asleep,
For sunrise, birth, mind-break, and war.
For death (those are the heaviest songs and they
Have to be pried from the earth with shovels of grief).
Now all we hear are falling-in-love songs and
Falling apart after falling in love songs.
The earth is leaning sideways
And a song is emerging from the floods
And fires. Urgent tendrils lift toward the sun.
You must be friends with silence to hear.
The songs of the guardians of silence are the most powerful—
They are the most rare.
-- 'Singing Everywhere' by Joy Harjo from 'An American Sunrise'

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(Art credit: Hung Duong)

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...casting shadows

'The Bievre at Gentilly'
Artist: Henri Rousseau
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"Madden and Palimi and Bryson, though, contested the analogy, arguing that the internet was better understood as a collection of monologues, or even as a bar room, “because most of its users are men, and most of the talk is of sex and sport.” These unbounded monologues are inherently uncuratable, which brings us back to the central message of Borges’s infinite library. Without boundaries and selection and navigation, libraries are useless." -- from 'The Library' by Stuart Kells

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