A Consequence of Joy

Arrested by your eyes

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  • "I’ve thought myself out of happiness a thousand times, but never once into it."
    Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close 

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  • gulou:

"A week ago today I sat together with you outside the Chinese University of Hong Kong’s library, a teacher among other teachers, a university member beside students, 13,000 strong. The weeks before had felt quiet: at the three previous all-student meetings around the Goddess of Democracy statue, you listened respectfully to guest speakers—past student union presidents, a student who had been arrested on July 1, Leung ‘Longhair’ Kwok-hung from the League of Social Democrats. There were not many of you, but you raised your hands and made gentle suggestions about what time last Monday’s rally should start, about how you could be photographed studying outside of class, about making public art by folding paper stars.
So I was surprised when I arrived at the campus plaza on Monday. Under a relentless late summer sun, you filled the entire campus mall. On the impromptu stage, white banners read, ‘Student Boycott, Take a Stand!’ and ‘Be the master of Hong Kong’s future!’”
For more, see Denise Y. Ho, “Against My Fear, I See That You Hope: A Professor’s Open Letter to Her Students" ChinaFile (29 Sept 2014)
Image: Lam Yik Fei / Getty Images
  • gulou:

    "A week ago today I sat together with you outside the Chinese University of Hong Kong’s library, a teacher among other teachers, a university member beside students, 13,000 strong. The weeks before had felt quiet: at the three previous all-student meetings around the Goddess of Democracy statue, you listened respectfully to guest speakers—past student union presidents, a student who had been arrested on July 1, Leung ‘Longhair’ Kwok-hung from the League of Social Democrats. There were not many of you, but you raised your hands and made gentle suggestions about what time last Monday’s rally should start, about how you could be photographed studying outside of class, about making public art by folding paper stars.

    So I was surprised when I arrived at the campus plaza on Monday. Under a relentless late summer sun, you filled the entire campus mall. On the impromptu stage, white banners read, ‘Student Boycott, Take a Stand!’ and ‘Be the master of Hong Kong’s future!’”

    For more, see Denise Y. Ho, “Against My Fear, I See That You Hope: A Professor’s Open Letter to Her Students" ChinaFile (29 Sept 2014)

    Image: Lam Yik Fei / Getty Images

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  • coisasdetere:

Bodleian Library, Oxford, England .
  • coisasdetere:

    Bodleian Library, Oxford, England .

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  • everydaydelivery:

"On Melancholy Hill"Music inspiration by Gorillazhttp://youtu.be/7iODSZL7XkQ
  • everydaydelivery:

    "On Melancholy Hill"

    Music inspiration by Gorillaz
    http://youtu.be/7iODSZL7XkQ

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  • the-final-sentence:

    Final sentences:

    African hut or whatever, I hope Holly has, too.

    from Breakfast at Tiffany’s

    Then starting home, he walked toward the trees, and under them, leaving behind him the big sky, the whisper of wind voices in the wind-bent wheat.

    from In Cold Blood 

    Here is what I had written him: Hello pop hope you are well I am and I am lurning to pedal my plain so fast I will soon be in the sky so keep your eyes open and yes I love you Buddy.

    from One Christmas

    She beckoned to him, shining and silver, and he knew he must go: unafraid, not hesitating, he paused only at the garden’s edge where, as though he’d forgotten something, he stopped and looked back at the bloomless, descending blue, at the boy he had left behind.

    from Other Voices, Other Rooms

    We watched until he turned a bend at the corner, innocent of the menace he carried, the chrysanthemums that burned, that growled and roared against a greenly lowering dusk.

    from The Thanksgiving Visitor

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  • spaece:

more here
  • spaece:

    more here

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  • scottiehughes:

    This bleeds out
    into the foul wreckage
    at the side of the road,
    seeping heartlessly through
    sod-lined cracks that
    taper off towards the dirt.

    I did not ask for this.
    The season burned bright
    against solemnity and
    singed the edges of my
    arms on its way out. I did
    not ask to see you…

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  • loveoflondon:

Smithfield Market in Farringdon, Borough of City of London.
  • loveoflondon:

    Smithfield Market in Farringdon, Borough of City of London.

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