Polaris, The North Star
An intermediate-range ballistic missile fell on my house yesterday
It interrupted my eating breakfast
And – for God's sake! – broke my favourite mug
Spilling the tea all over the floor
In the other room my sister was sound asleep
Dreaming about that dog our mother promised to get her for Christmas
She was going to name it Caramel
But she never woke up
She never woke up
And I didn't wake up either
Only the tea dried up
Among my favourite mug's shards
It did happen
Not to me, maybe
Nor to my sister I have never had
Nor to my house that stands still
But to someone
In one or another part of the globe
It did happen
Just yesterday
Arial B.
January 31, 2025
it is winter everywhere inside you
Claude Monet, Jennifer Chang, Sara Lefsyk, Joseph Fasano, Kaveh Akbar, Mahmoud Darwish
“Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.”
— Hafiz
Benjamin Sack — Suburbs of Utopia (pen, ink, on woven paper, 2012)
david lynch understood on a fundamental level how abusive and exploitative the world is to those with the least power, particularly women and children. he created an entire lifetime's worth of cinematically and narratively groundbreaking work trying to grapple with that hostility and abuse, trying to reconcile the evil that exists in the hearts of everyday men with the goodness he saw there as well. he made survivors of unspeakable trauma feel seen and known in a way that few artists ever have and ever will, and never once shied away from the truth he knew and believed: that we are all innocent, that what has been done to you is not who you are, and even in times of abject despair, there are people who love you, who will not forget you or stop trying to save or defend or avenge you. i don't want that to go without notice. many people are mourning him for different reasons, and i agree, he was one of the greatest and most imaginative artists to ever be given free reign to paint on a cinematic canvas. but first and foremost, david lynch was an artist of enormous empathy, and i think those of us who saw ourselves in his work because of the empathy it afforded us are grieving particularly hard today.
his memory will always be a blessing.
shout out to music. sound is crazy
Paul Evans (British, 1954) - Incredible Winter Light, Near Lavenham (2024)