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All Deep Things Are Song
It is man's sincerity and depth of vision that makes him Poet. See deep enough, and you see musically; the heart of Nature being everywhere music, if you can only reach it.
Thomas Carlyle
Thomas Carlyle
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On view at Howard Greenberg Gallery: 1963
1963 was a year when everything changed. It was a roller-coaster time in American political and social history, when our nation experienced civil rights protests, the start of Beatlemania, and growing involvement in Vietnam.Martin Luther King, Jr.‘s “I Have a Dream” speech in Washington, D.C., brought enormous hope. And then, in the final months of the year, the assassination of President John F. Kennedy plunged the country into darkness, abruptly halting an age of innocence.
Bringing together more than 40 photographs depicting events from this watershed year, Howard Greenberg Gallery will present 1963 from May 9 through July 6, 2013. An opening reception will be held on Thursday, May 9, from 6 to 8 p.m.
More information here.
Pictured: New York Commuters read of John F. Kennedy’s assassination, November 1963. This Carl Mydans photo did not appear in LIFE when the magazine published as a weekly, but has been printed in later books.
(Carl Mydans—Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images)
I’m going! Who’s in?
Me!
The jaws of hell!
Gatorland gift shop burns November 6, 2006.
WHAT I didn’t know about this!
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Let the Good Times Roll!
Rosie O’Grady’s Goodtime Emporium
Church Street Station
Downtown Orlando
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Epitaph
When I die
Give what’s left of me away
To children
And old men that wait to die.
And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you.
And when you need me,
Put your arms
Around anyone
And give them
What you need to give to me.
I want to leave you something,
Something better
Than words
Or sounds.
Look for me
In the people I’ve known
Or loved,
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live on your eyes
And not on your mind.
You can love me most
By letting
Hands touch hands,
By letting
Bodies touch bodies,
And by letting go
Of children
That need to be free.
Love doesn’t die,
People do.
So, when all that’s left of me
Is love,
Give me away.
- Merritt Malloy
Give what’s left of me away
To children
And old men that wait to die.
And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you.
And when you need me,
Put your arms
Around anyone
And give them
What you need to give to me.
Something better
Than words
Or sounds.
In the people I’ve known
Or loved,
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live on your eyes
And not on your mind.
By letting
Hands touch hands,
By letting
Bodies touch bodies,
And by letting go
Of children
That need to be free.
People do.
So, when all that’s left of me
Is love,
Give me away.
Noticing this morning’s reblog from Humans of New York, our producer Phyllis Myers was reminded of this poem, which is a favorite of hers, and it’s so lovely I wanted to pass it along to the rest of you.
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