The most valuable possession you can own is an open heart.
~ Carlos Santana
You never know from which direction something wonderful will come into your life. You might be so set on one thing in your mind but the universe has something else more wonderful in store for you. If you are only looking in one direction you might miss it. It's important to be focused on your dreams and visions but at the same time stay open to any and all possibilities.
Do something today you wouldn't normally do, and see what it feels like. You might enjoy a new part of life💋
Scene in the classrooms this week, a curator’s creative process: some notes by Kevin Repp, Curator of Modern European Books & Manuscripts, for an upcoming talk, "A Culture of Protest: Between #AvantGarde and #Activism , 1947-1977" at #InvisibleRepublic : Music, #Lettrism , #AvanteGardes , an International Conference on #Music , Avant-Gardes, and #Counterculture at the University of Lisbon Center for English Studies His talk will be based on the collections of postwar avant-garde and counterculture at #BeineckeLibrary , sketching out a history that has yet to be written. Three events in Paris in the year 1947 provide the point of departure: 1) the rise of #Lettrism in the #jazz cellars of Saint-Germain-des-Prés; 2) Revolutionary Surrealism’s challenge to the return of André Breton from exile in America; and 3) Antonin Artaud¹s legendary meltdown at the Vieux Columbier Theater. Combining word and image into a rapid-fire survey, this brief and necessarily incomplete narrative traces the repercussions of the "antis terribilis" 1947 through movements such as Cobra, the Movement for an #Imaginist#Bauhaus , the #Lettrist and #Situationist Internationals, the Provo and #Happening movements, #performanceart and experimental #poetry , and concludes by considering Italy¹s Movement ¹77 in relation to the the birth of #punk and hiphop. #Chalk#CreativeProcess#surrealism
Written by - @u___th__kar
Her name started with G and ended with A.
I unexpectedly replied to a story posted by an unknown as I loved the content. She replied back and our chats continued till she left off.
Then I decided to move on leaving back the memories and paused digging our chats. She is going to be a doc and I am going to be an engineer in the future, as our paths were different but hopefully we weren't.
She being a doc knew how to deal with her inner soul as I always tried to connect with it.
After all, she made me familiar with the word, "Unexpected" and clarified, "Unexpected meetups do end up unexpectedly". .
Difícil de explicar con palabras.
No las encuentras. No están.
A tí también te ha pasado. Ya sabes, esa necesidad de decirlo y no encontrar la forma. Porque hay cosas que ocurren y ya. Que se sienten sin más.
Es esa especie de certeza que modifica todo lo que vendrá. Porque cuando ocurre, ya nada sigue el camino prescrito. Y el horizonte se hace cada vez más vertical. Y sientes vértigo. Y miedo. Y ganas de volver hacia atrás.
Pero no. Tus huellas han perdido densidad. Y es que lo vivido, no se puede volver a caminar. Sólo te queda el devenir. Avanzar. Perseguir todos tus ojalá.
Texto: Nita Mukuru
To A Brown Boy:
That brown girl's swagger gives a twitch
To beauty like a Queen,
Lad, never damn your body's itch
When loveliness is seen.
For there is ample room for bliss
In pride in clean brown limbs,
And lips know better how to kiss
Than how to raise white hymns.
And when your body's death gives birth
To soil for spring to crown,
Men will not ask if that rare earth
Was white flesh once, or brown.Countee Cullen.