Professional landscapers haul in huge loads. And a shrugging “More compost for us!” is not fair to the folks who have to wrangle all that detritus, grinding a tangle of branches into mulch for our gardens. Still, the taped loop feels eerie.
At this moment, it feels more necessary than ever for fans and scholars of the game to draw longer lineages of women’s participation in football, a contribution that Frankie De La Cretaz and Lyndsey D’Archangelo offer in Hail Mary: The Rise and Fall of the National Women’s Football League.
Hollis not only documents the history of the poem’s production and this moment in time–he allows himself, for better and for worse, to get swept up in the drama.
Nature is an inexplicable problem; it exists on a principle of destruction. Every being must be the tireless instrument of death to others, or itself must cease to live, yet nonetheless we celebrate the day of our birth, and we praise God for having entered such a world.
Silences that close us off, refusing connection, shoring up the ego at others’ expense—those are dead silences. But the letting-go sort, the silences that hold space or keep vigil for someone else? They are alive.
The word “stories” was used often at the annual NABIP Capitol Conference, held in the Hyatt Regency Capitol Hill, Washington, DC, February 25-28, 2024. I went because I have my own stories of frustration with health care, and because I am interested when someone seems ready to try to make things better in the largely incomprehensible and vaguely menacing system we all rely on.
Mike Mills told Carl Marsh he did not want trite symphonic embellishments of R.E.M. melodies—he wanted new music for orchestra with R.E.M. songs encoded somewhere within them.
Only now is it clear that genes network like busybodies, responding to every possible influence and turning one another on and off as the situation demands.
For Bob Woodward, one answer to story is: “There is reality. As a reporter you can come up with the best obtainable version of the truth.”
Flying a kite is the simple pleasure of celebrating, in the quietest but most glorious way, winter folding into spring.