easing melancholy

Very true.

Peedeel's Blog

Of course, I am not the first to have noticed the consolation of walking outdoors. Literature is peppered with references to striding in the countryside as a means of easing melancholy, inspiring creative thought and hastening recovering. The 19th-century Danish philosopher, poet and theologian, Søren Kierkegaard, exalted a daily stroll: ‘Every day I walk myself into a state of well-being away from every illness; I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it.’ Elizabeth von Arnim wrote one of my favourite novels, The Enchanted April, in the 1920s, and her feelings on walking through the countryside echo my own: ‘If you go to a place on anything but your own two feet you are taken there too fast, and miss a thousand delicate joys that were waiting for you by the wayside.’

Emma Kennedy – The…

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False Equivalency



Gaza – 2014

I have been listening to all of the words used by Republicans, Democrats and the MSM to describe Israel’s current assault on Gaza; the worst since 2014. lasting 51 days, killing over 2,200 Palestinians including 551 children.

The words are the lie of false equivalency.

Israel, by employing its military machine against an occupied population that does not have mechanized units, an air force, navy, missiles, heavy artillery and command-and-control, not to mention a U.S. commitment to provide a $38 billion defense aid package over the next decade, is not exercising “the right to defend itself.” It is carrying out mass murder.

Gaza is the world’s largest open-air prison, where more than 2 million Palestinians exist on the edge of starvation, struggle to find clean water, get perhaps 4 hours a day of electricity  and endure constant Israeli artillery and air strikes.

What are the crimes of…

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Ropalic Notes

An interesting poetic form

Jezzie G

The Ropalic seems to be easy at first glance, but actually requires a lot of hard work to accomplish a piece to a poet’s satisfaction. The rules are simple enough, with each line the first word is monosyllabic, the second has two syllables, the third three and so on. There is no rhyme or meter specification.


Dawn by Leny Roovers

As petals awaken expectantly,
dawn’s dewdrop reflection-
a silken temptation;
lips linger, lusciously satisfying

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The Ecstasy of Influence

All art is based on other art.

Peedeel's Blog

All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated.

John Donne

love and theft

Consider this tale: a cultivated man of middle age looks back on the story of an amour fou, one beginning when, traveling abroad, he takes a room as a lodger. The moment he sees the daughter of the house, he is lost. She is a preteen, whose charms instantly enslave him. Heedless of her age, he becomes intimate with her. In the end she dies, and the narrator — marked by her forever — remains alone. The name of the girl supplies the title of the story: Lolita.

The author of the story I’ve described, Heinz von Lichberg, published his tale of Lolita in 1916, forty years before Vladimir…

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Astrid Kirchherr, Photographer, Phenomenon, Friend to the Beatles

I first heard of Astrid in Hunter Davies biography of the Beatles when I read it in 1971 … I got it out from the Clarence Public Library … that book really changed my life. I loved her pictures of the Beatles, especially John. So young & brooding.


She Came in Thru the Bathroom Window

Clad in all black with a pixie haircut and a camera in tow, she was probably the coolest chick ever to walk in to the Kaiserkeller in 1960’s Hamburg. She was a German photographer, the first to do a formal shoot with the Beatles, and largely responsible for what later became their world-wide “image.” She was a practitioner of Sartre’s Existentialism, an art student, and as it turned out, a great cook. She lured Lennon, mesmerized McCartney, hypnotized Harrison, and later became engaged to then-band-member Stuart Sutcliffe.

Astrid Kirchherr was born on this day, May 20, 1938, in Hamburg, Germany. Her father worked for the German branch of the Ford Motor Company and her mother was a homemaker. Like all European children during World War II, Astrid witnessed its atrocities. During the bombings of Hamburg, her family evacuated to the Baltic Sea, where…

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No, Jack, Zuck, and Steve didn’t actually make anything.


Badtux the Snarky Penguin

May be an image of 5 people and text that says 'I made Twitter Imade Facebook I made Apple That's nice, guys. I made Jimi Hendrix.'

None of those guys made Twitter, Facebook, or Apple. Rather, the thousands of talented engineers that they hired made Twitter, Facebook, and Apple. Jack, Zuck, and Steve were just good at a) scamming investors to give them the money to hire those engineers, and b) scamming the general public into believing that Jack, Zuck, and Steve were anything other than glib scam artists to begin with.

Meanwhile, Jimi’s mom actually *did* make Jimi, with a little help from a sperm donor. Spent nine months baking him in the womb, far more work than any of those scam artists ever did in their entire life.

When it comes to creators, I rank Jimi’s mom way above any of the glib scam artist “tech titans” who’ve managed to convince the world that they did something other than manage to successfully scam people. Hell, Facebook wasn’t even a novel or revolutionary concept, there…

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