No Way Out But Through

Bless you, of course, you’re keeping me from work,
But the thing of it is, I need to be kept.
There’s work enough to do—there’s always that;
But behind’s behind. The worst that you can do
Is set me back a little more behind.
I sha’n’t catch up in this world, anyway.
I’d rather you’d not go unless you must.

—from A Servant to Servants, by Robert Frost

DISASTERS THAT NEED YOUR ATTENTION
Worst U.S. disaster since Hurricane Sandy: Louisiana is suffering (what you can do: pick one)
Syria is still burning (what you can do: pick one)

LITERARY THINKING
The Road Not Taken is nearly always misquoted; maybe this illustration will help you or someone you love not do that
Wonder Bread: come with us to a place called Brooklyn, where the stories are half-baked and their endings bland and soft
Eileen Myles on the excruciating pain of waiting for love

ARTISTS TO KNOW ABOUT
Masud Olufani
Ellsworth Kelly
Sarah Hobbs
Maurizio Cattelan
Jeffrey Gibson
Kehinde Wiley

ESOTERICA
The Voynich Manuscript
Le Grand Grimoire
The Magus
The Goddess Isis and her various other names and symbols

DANCE DANCE
INSANE freestyle
Killer b-boy dance battle

BLOW YOUR MIND
How many giant squids are being eaten by sperm whales RIGHT NOW?
The best of cardistry (card tricks, yo)

Image credit: Sarah Hobbs, Untitled (perfectionist), chromogenic print, 48″ x 60″, 2002.
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What Kind of Times Are These

What Kind of Times Are These

BY ADRIENNE RICH

There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill
and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows
near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted
who disappeared into those shadows.

I’ve walked there picking mushrooms at the edge of dread, but don’t be fooled
this isn’t a Russian poem, this is not somewhere else but here,
our country moving closer to its own truth and dread,
its own ways of making people disappear.

I won’t tell you where the place is, the dark mesh of the woods
meeting the unmarked strip of light—
ghost-ridden crossroads, leafmold paradise:
I know already who wants to buy it, sell it, make it disappear.

And I won’t tell you where it is, so why do I tell you
anything? Because you still listen, because in times like these
to have you listen at all, it’s necessary
to talk about trees.

DANCE
The choreographic moment, ideas from Jeanine Durning
Anna Sperber at New York Live Arts

MUSIC
Twenty-seven by Amy Klein
Laura Gibson on KEXP

DRUMPF
A comprehensive list of public figures who have supported Trump
Pictures of Nazi rallies at Madison Square Garden

DRUGS
A comprehensive guide to psychedelic drug combinations

COMMENTARY
The staggering toxicity of Vice Principals

HILARITY
I replaced the word Millenials with 43-year-old White Man and now these headlines are…
Longhorn cow scratches itch with his horns

HOW PEOPLE ARE MADE
The literature of pregnancy and new motherhood
Why I’m glad I was raised by a sex-positive mother
Photoessay of birth (NSFW)

MEN’S ISSUES
Women get paid less than men and it’s not women’s fault
Hillary Clinton answers 40 years of ridiculous questions

Image credit
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