Μ' αρέσεις άμα σωπαίνεις, επειδή στέκεις εκεί σαν απουσία κι ενώ μεν απ' τα πέρατα με ακούς, η φωνή μου εμένα δεν σε φτάνει. Μου φαίνεται ακόμα ότι τα μάτια μου σε σκεπάζουν πετώντας κι ότι ένα φιλί, μου φαίνεται, στα χείλη σου τη σφραγίδα του βάνει. Κι όπως τα πράγματα όλα ποτισμένα είναι από... Continue Reading →
Albert Camus (60 years have passed…)
It's already been 60 years since Albert Camus died in a car crash southeast of Paris on January 4, 1960. Driver of the Facel Vega sports car that crashed into a tree, was his publisher Michelle Gallimard. What's tragic is that he had a train ticket on him that he decided not to use, at... Continue Reading →
Call for Articles! ICOM Voices!
ICOM has created a new editorial space on its website, called "ICOM Voices" in order to encourage the exchange of experience and expertise among museum professionals. They are now inviting all ICOM members to submit articles on the following key topics in English, French or Spanish: SustainabilityHeritage protectionIntangible HeritageLocal Development and CommunitiesMuseum Profession Articles can be case... Continue Reading →
“Like This”, by Rumi
If anyone asks youhow the perfect satisfactionof all our sexual wantingwill look, lift your faceand say, Like this. When someone mentions the gracefulnessof the nightsky, climb up on the roofand dance and say, Like this. If anyone wants to know what “spirit” is,or what “God’s fragrance” means,lean your head toward him or her.Keep your face... Continue Reading →
What’s the right thing to do? (Episode 12: Part One: “Debating Same-Sex Marriage” & Part Two: “The Good Life”), Justice, Harvard University, Michael Sandel
PART ONE: "DEBATING SAME-SEX MARRIAGE" If principles of justice depend on the moral or intrinsic worth of the ends that rights serve, how should we deal with the fact that people hold different ideas and conceptions of what is good? Students address this question in a heated debate about same-sex marriage. Should same-sex marriage be... Continue Reading →
“When I Too Long Have Looked Upon Your Face” by Edna St. Vincent Millay.
When I too long have looked upon your face,Wherein for me a brightness unobscuredSave by the mists of brightness has its place,And terrible beauty not to be endured,I turn away reluctant from your light,And stand irresolute, a mind undone,A silly, dazzled thing deprived of sightFrom having looked too long upon the sun.Then is my daily... Continue Reading →
“The Guest House”, by Jalaluddin Rumi
Translated by Coleman Barks This being human is a guest house.Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness comesas an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all!Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,who violently sweep your houseempty of its furniture,still, treat each guest honorably.He may be clearing you outfor some... Continue Reading →
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