February 2012
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my itching heart. my darkening soul.
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“Movement, change, light growth and decay are the lifeblood of nature, the...”
– Andy Goldsworthy (via floket)
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“Even in winter an isolated patch of snow has a special quality.”
– Andy Goldsworthy (via newdaynewquote)
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“Winter makes a bridge between one year and another and, in this case, one...”
– Andy Goldsworthy (via eloquentandhonest)
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not your hero.
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poemendings:
Did you love well what very soon you left? Come home and take me in your arms and take away this stomach ache, headache, heartache. Never so full, I never was bereft so utterly. The winter evenings drift dark to the window. Not one word will make you, where you are, turn in your day, or wake from your night toward me. The only gift I got to keep or give is what I’ve cried, ...
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Why our hype can harm: Congo edition
Simple stories make for very effective advocacy. The problem with simple narratives, arise, however, when they drive simple-headed policy.
Severine Autesserre takes aim at the Enough project and other activists in a thoughtful new paper:
The dominant narratives have oriented international programmes on the ground toward three main goals – regulating trade of...
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