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JD_Cunningham

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Artist (thread painting, pencil, ink, mixed media - no AI used); voracious reader; advocate and supporter of libraries; trying to walk as lightly as possible on our beautiful land of the Pacific Northwest; accidental haiku writer. (Posts are usually deleted after six months.)

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@JD_Cunningham@sunny.garden avatar JD_Cunningham , to random

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...gathering for a gossip

'Grackles No. 2'
Artist: Elizabeth Becker

A lovely imagining of five grackles, four of them perched on slender branches against a white background, the fifth flying in. With blue heads and tails, and dark bodies, three of them are looking at other, the fourth sitting to the left, faces them and looks on.
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...a winter palette

'holly berries'
Artist: Giorgio Gosti

A simple and elegant watercolor study of two bunches of holly berries and leaves against a background of very light blue-grey. The watercolor of red and green flows into the background creating shadows and a mirror-like effect.
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...pink clouds

'First ray'
Artist: Oleh Dron

A quiet scene of a grove of flowering cherry trees with scattered blossoms on the ground. The tree in the foreground is a gnarled, ancient character, and there are about seven more trees that can be seen in the background. There are also several more shoots next to the trees.
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@JD_Cunningham@sunny.garden avatar JD_Cunningham , to random

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...snowbound

'Gamle Kirke Den'
Artist: Theodor Severin Kittelsen

A study sketch of a church surrounded by fir trees many of very tall, the scene covered in deep snow. The sketch is done in black in white with a grey tone sky. The church is made up of several layers stacked on one another, the roofs are quite steep, and there's a small porch facing out to the viewer and to the left. On top of the church is a small cupola.
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@JD_Cunningham@sunny.garden avatar JD_Cunningham , to random

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...twilight melancholy

'Skyscrapers behind the window after the rain'
Artist: Olena Anopriienko

A vista of NYC a twilight after it has rained looking out from a window along an avenue. Behind the raindrops on the window glass there's a building on the left side nearby with two lit up windows. Down below cars with their lights on, move towards the viewer, and to the right across the avenue are more building with light shining though the windows and down at street level. In the distance are the twin towers. The sky above them is a deep blue.
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"Ballet hadn’t become easy, but it made sense to me the way chess made sense to a great player. Mostly it was an awareness of what you could do with all the pieces. Then you could get creative, even playful. Sometimes it was a negotiation with ballet—what you gave it and what you asked in return." ~~ from 'City of Night Birds' by Juhea Kim

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...frozen city

'Turquoise sun'
Artist: Anne Robin

A cityscape scene that seems frozen in time; in the foreground are three trees done in black that are arranged in a roughly triangular position, low, full bushes are behind them. Snow is falling and there are drifts of it around the trees and bushes. Behind the park is a city, the tall buildings done in either black, grey or turquoise. The sun hangs full and low over an avenue that runs between the buildings and into the park. It almost looks as though two buildings have pinned it in that place. It's color is like old brass with veins of turquoise running through it.
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The marvelous forest photographs of Michelle Blancke vividly illustrate why people through the ages have told stories about forests as places of magic, otherworldliness, comfort, and terror.

https://www.thisiscolossal.com/2025/11/michelle-blancke-secret-garden-photographs/

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...waiting

'The Village of the Sirens'
Artist: Paul Delvaux

An unsettling painting of a curving path lined with low buildings (houses?) with a woman sitting still on a chair next to the doorway. They all are young with wavy hair loose down their backs, looking in front in of them, but not at anything, their hands folded in their laps. They all wear long, close-fitting dresses with high necks, of green, lavender, blue, and tan. In the distance is a white mountain range across a curving bay.
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I starred that night, I shone:
I was footwork and firework in one,

a rocket that wriggled up and shot
darkness with a parasol of brilliants
and a peewee descant on a flung bit;
I was blisters of glitter-bombs expanding
to mantle and aurora from a crown,
I was fouéttes, falls of blazing paint,
para-flares spot-welding cloudy heaven,
loose gold off fierce toeholds of white,
a finale red-tongued as a haka leap:
that too was a butt of all right!

As usual after any triumph, I was
of course, inconsolable.
~~ 'Performance' by Les Murray

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(Art credit: Anastasia Trusova)

An acrylic painting of green and blue vertical and swirly light of the aurora borealis over water which it is reflected in.
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...king of the castle

'Collin in the Bath'
Artist: John Muller

A black-and-white cat sitting imperiously in a stone birdbath (without water), that is placed is front of dense, tall, flowering bushes. The cat has a big white bib, white fur on its lower face, and its front feet have white socks.
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Once we had the world backwards and forwards:
—it was so small it fit in two clasped hands,
so simple that a smile did to describe it,
so common, like old truths echoing in prayers.

History didn’t greet us with triumphal fanfares:
—it flung dirty sand into our eyes.
Ahead of us lay long roads leading nowhere,
poisoned wells and bitter bread.

Our wartime loot is knowledge of the world,
—it is so large it fits in two clasped hands,
so hard that a smile does to describe it,
so strange, like old truths echoing in prayers.
~~ by Wisława Szymborska from 'Map', trans. Clare Cavanagh & Stanisław Barańczak (an early poem from the 1940s)

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@JD_Cunningham@sunny.garden avatar JD_Cunningham , to Unofficial Haiku Community

baskets of windfall
apples under a quick knife
ready for the pot

- apples, fallen

(Art credit: Magdalena Kalieva)

An abstract watercolor painting of a pile of apples - yellow, green and red.
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...moment in time

'Alive'
Artist: Chien Chung Wei

An elegantly simple look at a flowering branch, perhaps magnolia. The flowers are white with soft pink bases, and the leaves are a mid-green that fade into the background which is a blur of green, white, and brown.
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No longer at home in the world
and I imagine
never again at home in the world.

Not in cemeteries or bogs
churning with bullfrogs.
Or outside the old pickle shop.
I once made myself
at home on that street,

and the street after that,
and the boulevard. The avenue.
I don’t need to explain it to you.

It seems wrong
to curl now within the confines
of a poem. You can’t hide
from what you made
inside what you made

or so I’m told.

~~ 'Curl' by Diane Seuss from 'Modern Poetry'

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...glowing in the moonlight

'Autumn under the Starry Sky'
Artist: Andrii Kovalyk

A nighttime scene of a small group of trees (birches?), to the right of a narrow path winding path on a gentle slope with two more much smaller trees to the left of it. Their yellow autumn foliage glows golden in the moon and starlight. The moon is full and the sky star-filled.
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...creating the night sky

'Spattering the Stardust'
Artist: Randy Burns

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The hand of a painter reaches up from the right bottom corner holding a white toothbrush dipped in white paint and is running a thumb down it to splatter dots of paint in a spiral pattern around a sliver of new moon. Clouds cover much of the lower half of the dark night sky of the painting.
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@JD_Cunningham@sunny.garden avatar JD_Cunningham , to bookstodon group

Those marvelous librarians at the Seattle Public Library have put together another wonderful book list, twenty-seven books by women writers in translation that have been published this year and are available now. Just in time for August's Women in Translation month.
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https://seattle.bibliocommons.com/v2/list/display/72450558/2814755497

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O wind, rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.

Fruit cannot drop
through this thick air--
fruit cannot fall into heat
that presses up and blunts
the points of pears
and rounds the grapes.

Cut the heat--
plough through it,
turning it on either side
of your path.
-- 'Heat' by H.D.

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(Art credit: Twyla Gettert)

A monoprint of a bunch of dark purple grapes on a branch against a background of warm yellows and oranges.
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@JD_Cunningham@sunny.garden avatar JD_Cunningham , to bookstodon group

bookstodon@a.gup.pe icon bookstodon group A completely fascinating look at those creatures we new-kids-on-the-block humans wouldn't and couldn't even exist without - plants.

The author, a journalist, spoke to a number of plant scientists, visited their labs, and went out into the field with them. She learns and shares what they have discovered about particular plants, and explores the questions and ideas those findings turn up. Zoë Schlanger's enthusiasm and curiosity are catching and it's easy to lose yourself in the world of plants.

As for the plants themselves, it's amazing what observation and research is uncovering about all their different stories, and humbling to realize how much we don't know. Highly recommended.

Photo of the cover The Light Eaters by Zoe Schlanger.
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@JD_Cunningham@sunny.garden avatar JD_Cunningham , to random

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...seeing light

'Looking Up'
Artist: Barbara Hranilovich

An atmospheric painting of being surrounded by tall trees and looking up into a white, light-filled sky.
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...at the ready

'Still life'
Artist: Tamar Nakaidze

Against a background of a large piece of paper patterned with red and white checkerboard squares, is a ceramic green-grey vase with several paintbrushes in it, and two calligraphy pens lying next to it. The paper they are resting on has unfinished edges.
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"It’s quite hard to settle back in, even though you say to yourself it’s what you most want, because with being busy you get so keyed to attending outwards, aiming yourself away at what’s around you rather that lining up towards what’s at your own centre - you’re so keyed that way that to relax and trust the relaxing is almost a hallucinatory experience." -- from 'The Letters of Seamus Heaney' edited by Christopher Reid

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Immersed in The Letters of Seamus Heaney edited by Christopher Reid, there's a reference to a piece he wrote in the London Review of Books in 1981 about Nadezhda and Osip Mandelstam. Heaney had an affinity for the work of the great Russian poet and he writes movingly and perceptively about Osip and his wife Nadezhda. She wrote two of the best prose books ever to come out of the turmoils of 20th century Russia, Hope Against Hope and Hope Abandoned. (Nadezhda is 'hope' in Russian.)

In the two volumes she writes about their precarious lives under Soviet rule, Osip's death at the hands of the Stalinist regime, and her life after that, keeping out of the hands of the KGB, and as a living library of Osip's poems and many poems of their great friend Anna Akhmatova. Her memory kept Osip's poems from being obliterated by the regime.
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https://www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v03/n15/seamus-heaney/osip-and-nadezhda-mandelstam

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Our library has opened a stick library. I needed you to know this.

Dokk1 Aarhus Main Library. inside. Beyond: a white sign on a far wall: Bibliotek. 'Library.' To the right: the edge of a shelf with a plant hanging down. In front of us, about a metre high, a nice wooden display board. It is made of horizontal planks, smooth and light brown, with wooden hooks fashioned into them. Placed on each row of hooks, like valuable swords in a museum, six nice long slim curvy sticks. On top, a sign (in English, even though this is a Danish library): ‘Stick Library. Take a stick. Leave a stick.’ There is no further explanation and nor should we seek one. It is enough that this stick library exists, here, now, before us, for our pleasure, here in this library.
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@CiaraNi I'm imagining a line of dogs with sticks patiently waiting for the library to open.

@JD_Cunningham@sunny.garden avatar JD_Cunningham , to bookstodon group

"It seemed to him a contradiction: people bought beautiful houses, spent millions of yen so that the windows would face south, the wood would be cedar, and the ceramics in the cabinet would be from the most exclusive potters, but then accumulated so much stuff that you could no longer see any of it; even the light had to make space for itself like water seeping between the furniture and clutter." -- from 'The Heartbeat Library' by Laura Imai Messina, trans. Lucy Rand

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—In the blue-

black mercy
between waking

& dreaming—
A wren

no larger
than a fist

flew to me—
lent my hand

her
gravity—

Rustle
of wings

in palm,
she made

my hand
a little nest.
-- by Robin Walter from the collection 'Little Mercy'

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(Art credit: Brett Whiteley)

A stylized painting of a wren sitting on a leafy branch with tail up and looking slightly up. Done with just a few brushstrokes in brown.
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To watch anyone coming or going in the village was a real delight to them, so that they had looked forward to this morning with an almost childish excitement. And yet it was understandable, for there were so many interesting things about a departure, if one could watch it without any feeling of sorrow or regret. -- from 'Some Tame Gazelle' by Barbara Pym

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We stand at the casement window of Pushkin’s Lycée.
These are the desks where Pushkin wrote, his chalkboards, his astrolabe.
Snow falls from here into the past and vanishes on golden minarets.
Snow recedes from the birches. A lesson writes itself in winter chalk:
On the day Michelangelo died in Rome, Galileo was born in Pisa.
Isaac Newton was born the year Galileo died. When they searched for
the poet Kabir, they found nothing beneath his shroud but a sprig of jasmine.
Man is like the statue whispering about the marble chiseled from his mouth.
You are the guardian of this statue, standing in your silent world.
The year Isaac Newton died, there was a barn fire during a puppet show.
Kabir says all corpses go to the same place, and the world has fallen
in love with a dream. This life is not the same as your other life.
We are here now in one of the shrines of the silver poets.
You are one of the silver. The snow is a white peacock in a Russian poem.
-- 'For Ilya at Tsarskoye Selo' by Carolyn Forché from 'In the Lateness of the World'

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(Art credit: Jessie Arms Botke)

An oil painting of two white peacocks sitting one in front of the other facing opposite ways. Their tails hang down and in front of them are purple-blue flowers with yellow centers, and in the foreground a white lily. In the background is a stream and lush overgrowth.
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"In many ways, these guardians are the closest thing we have to humanity’s wise men and women. And while culture is an ever-evolving force, it isn’t far-fetched to say that what’s at risk of being lost with their disappearance is nothing less than the world’s local, whimsical soul." -- from 'Custodians of Wonder' by Eliot Stein

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The Serviceberry: Abundance and Reciprocity in the Natural World by Robin Wall Kimmerer was as fantastic as I knew it would be. Braiding Sweetgrass is one of my favorite books and I put this one off for far too long. I did finally order a copy from my local indie bookstore and picked it up today. Beautiful. Just as I knew it would be.

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Cover of The Serviceberry: Abundance and Reciprocity in the Natural World by Robin Wall Kimmerer. Cover is cream with a bird and serviceberry leaves and berries.
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@CindySue bookstodon@a.gup.pe icon bookstodon group Two absolutely wonderful books. I keep learning so much from Kimmerer.

I recently read 'Restoring the Kinship Worldview' by Wahinkpe Topa and Darcia Narváez, which I recommend for anyone who's a fan of RWK's work.

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Our new dog, named for the beloved poet,
ate a book which unfortunately we had left unguarded.
Fortunately it was the Bhagavad Gita,
of which many copies are available.
Every day now, as Percy grows
into the beauty of his life, we touch
his wild, curly head and say,

“Oh, wisest of little dogs.”
--'Percy' by Mary Oliver from 'Dog Songs'

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(Art credit: Edouard Manet)

An oil painting of the head and shoulders of a small dog.
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Making more progress on Aethelflaed's Walls of Chester. I have to do this in the morning before the sun comes around and starts dazzling and casting shadows.

Er - on those days when the sun shines at all!

Close up of the split stitched stones of a wall. The outline of a horse's head can be seen at the right, and the fabric already has the outline for basket weave underside couching drawn on in yellow.
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@virtuosew Love watching you working out what is working and not working and why not!

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"Okay, I said. But remember, you can’t fix
everything in the world for everybody.

“However,” said Ricky, “you can’t do
anything at all unless you begin. Haven’t
I heard you say that once or twice, or
maybe a hundred times?”"
-- excerpt from Mary Oliver's poem 'Show Time' in her collection 'Dog Songs'

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"Colour seemed flung down anyhow, anywhere; every sort of colour, piled up in heaps, pouring along in rivers—the periwinkles looked exactly as if they were being poured down each side of the steps—and flowers that grow only in borders in England, proud flowers keeping themselves to themselves over there, such as the great blue irises and the lavender, were being jostled by small, shining common things like dandelions and daisies and the white bells of the wild onion, and only seemed the better and the more exuberant for it." -- from 'The Enchanted April' by Elizabeth Von Arnim

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"He walked like a man recently returned to the world. Every step was careful, deliberate. Every step to be relished." -- from 'The Winter Ghosts' by Kate Mosse

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The lovely librarians at the Seattle Public Library have put together a list of books "centering transformative thought and action ideas around creating social change." It's split into two parts, here's the first:

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https://seattle.bibliocommons.com/v2/list/display/86922331/2702367117

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Hi, I am new to this platform. My friend @Maker_of_Things introduced me to Mastodon today.

I got tired of using social medias platforms such as Insta and twitter and am really am eager to meet positive like-minded real people.

I am an artist, composer, producer. I love being creative, either writing or performing music, painting or also producing music videos.

Tooting in English, French, German

I always strive to find my own voice as an artist.

Here is a photo of me performing the sax.

A black and white photo of a caucasian man playing the saxophone with artistic lighting producing a sharp shadow in the background.
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@colincrichton Welcome! If you have any questions just ask, people here are more than happy to help. Also you might want to take a look at: https://fedi.tips/
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Have fun!

@JD_Cunningham@sunny.garden avatar JD_Cunningham , to bookstodon group

"He ran barefoot across the springy floor of the pine forest; he was dancing with the earth. The light and the pines and the stream and the flowers were there for him alone, and in his happiness Xuege forgot his exhaustion and sorrow, and his heart became as light as a feather." -- from 'Sea of Ink' by Richard Weihe, trans. Jamie Bulloch

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"He can draft a contract, train a falcon, draw a map, stop a street fight, furnish a house and fix a jury. He will quote you a nice point in the old authors, from Plato to Plautus and back again. He knows new poetry, and can say it in Italian." -- from Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel

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"Grown people know that they do not always know the way of things, and even if they think they know, they do not know where and how they got the proof." -- from 'Dust Tracks on a Road' by Zora Neale Hurston

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"Reconciled to being who we are, while carrying inside us the idea of who are not, we represent identities that cannot be defined by a single word, passport, identity card, entry pass." -- from 'Kin' by Miljenko Jergović; trans. Russell Scott Valentino

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"Over the green plain he went, alone, running just to run, kicking just to kick, until he tired of that place and chose to follow the course of the wind." -- from 'Land of Smoke' by Sara Gallardo (trans. Jessica Sequeira)

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“He was a man of very few words, and as it was impossible to talk, one had to keep silent. It’s hard work talking to some people, most often males. I have a Theory about it. With age, many men come down with testosterone autism, the symptoms of which are a gradual decline in social intelligence and capacity for interpersonal communication, as well as a reduced ability to formulate thoughts. The Person beset by this Ailment becomes taciturn and appears to be lost in contemplation. He develops an interest in various Tools and machinery, and he’s drawn to the Second World War and the biographies of famous people, mainly politicians and villains. His capacity to read novels almost entirely vanishes; testosterone autism disturbs the character’s psychological understanding." - from 'Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead' by Olga Tokarczuk (trans. Antonia Lloyd-Jones)

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"We are one people, one family, the human family, and what affects one of us affects us all." -- John Lewis from 'Across That Bridge: A Vision for Change and the Future of America'

(My needed re-reading this week, highly recommended at any time, but doubly so now. Or any of Rep. Lewis's other books.)
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Photo of the cover of Rep. John Lewis's book 'Across That Bridge'.
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"And once the viewer’s attention was well and truly put to sleep, a new sight loomed out of the picture, the old contours arranged themselves into something completely different that had not seemed to be there before, but must have been, since now he could see it." -- from 'The Empusium' by Olga Tokarczuk (trans. Antonia Lloyd-Jones)

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"This church was not at all definite, like a man-made church, but a place of constant change: of water into life, and of light into matter. Everything here was rustling, swelling, gathering, growing and multiplying, budding and trilling. The green moss and gray lichen made the forest seem carpeted in Persian rugs—in velveteen, sheepskin, woolly felt and soft flannel." -- from 'The Empusium' by Olga Tokarczuk (trans. by Antonia Lloyd-Jones)

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"Whether an art, a science, or a craft, literary translation has been variously compared to a pane of glass, a bridge, a woman, a string quartet playing a piano sonata, a kiss through a blanket, and a mule. It has been described as an ongoing contradiction, an act of intimacy, an act of surrender, an act of espionage, a necessary act of barbarism, and the art of failure." -- from 'The Blind Accordionist' by C.D. Rose

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