ECO: more aphorisms

“There is nothing more difficult to define than an aphorism.”

“There are more books in the world than hours in which to read them. We are thus deeply influenced by books we haven’t read, that we haven’t had the time to read.” Continue reading

World is Violent and Mercurial

Tennessee Williams The world is violent and mecurial handwritten note about love

“The world is a violent and mercurial — it will have its way with you. We are saved only by love — love for each other and the love that we pour into the art we feel compelled to share: being a parent; being a writer; being a painter; being a friend. We live in a perpetually burning building, and what we must save from it, all the time, is love.”

— Tennessee Williams

Image originally from Sara Bareilles Instagram account [2015]


How Black Queer Lives Shaped American History, Never Forget

History books usually say more about the wielder of the pen than the past, so I’ve noticed. Those with a particular interest in cultural manipulation will do anything to make their preferred reality, the reality we all are forced to swallow as truth. Especially when it can be revealed that those who are viewed as weak or insignificant were actually the gods, the lions, the powerful ones. The powers that be will cut off the nose to spite the sphinx, so I’ve noticed.

— Myles E. Johnson

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via How Black Queer Lives Shaped American History, Never Forget | Mused


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Dear WP:

Can you please eliminate this service? Yes, I realize the few likes that are received from there will suddenly disappear. This is a trade off I’m quite willing to endure.

For the views that are received, the slight interaction is not enough to justify it. They never seem to come to the site and spend time according to your ‘Site Stats.’ In fact, there is a great deal of falsehood embedded in these pronouncement. Continue reading

Letter of Note

Frederick Douglass wrote Harriet Tubman a very powerful letter in 1868.

Dear Harriet:

I am glad to know that the story of your eventful life has been written by a kind lady, and that the same is soon to be published. You ask for what you do not need when you call upon me for a word of commendation. I need such words from you far more than you can need them from me, especially where your superior labors and devotion to the cause of the lately enslaved of our land are known as I know them. The difference between us is very marked. Most that I have done and suffered in the service of our cause has been in public, and I have received much encouragement at every step of the way. You, on the other hand, have labored in a private way. I have wrought in the day – you in the night. I have had the applause of the crowd and the satisfaction that comes of being approved by the multitude, while the most that you have done has been witnessed by a few trembling, scarred, and foot-sore bondmen and women, whom you have led out of the house of bondage, and whose heartfelt, “God bless you,” has been your only reward. The midnight sky and the silent stars have been the witnesses of your devotion to freedom and of your heroism. Excepting John Brown – of sacred memory – I know of no one who has willingly encountered more perils and hardships to serve our enslaved people than you have. Much that you have done would seem improbable to those who do not know you as I know you. It is to me a great pleasure and a great privilege to bear testimony for your character and your works, and to say to those to whom you may come, that I regard you in every way truthful and trustworthy.

Your friend,

Frederick Douglass

Prince Tribute

Robin Lee Prince Plectrum Guitar Pick

by Robin Lee

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Prince will never have me stood with a nervous stomach in the minutes before he hits the stage again. I’m glad I spent so much time on him and his stuff because it’s been incredible. The only day in my life I’ve never wanted for anything was the day I saw him play 3 club gigs in one 24 hour period. I am pissed off he’s gone because I was hoping to get another 30 years out of him.

He wasn’t aloof or weird or a recluse, he was a cheeky scamp who wanted to do his thing and not be intruded upon, don’t most people want that? Last weekend he cycled, alone, to the record shop he’s used since he was a kid and bought Talking Book by Stevie Wonder on vinyl.

It’s fitting that he died in the studio that had been his playground for many years.

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