“Even when you can’t make out the whole shape of a coming catastrophe, you might well feel that you’re living in an idyll, and count the hours.”
@pauline riffs on Auden, and on love in a time of politics:
You could tell me that "klaatu barada nikto" was Estonian and I'd have no grounds to disagree.
My sister just got this tattoo (cute!) and named it Jinchou, which I didn’t know was Japanese for penguin (also cute!) but when I looked it up I found it’s written人鳥, that is, person-bird. The bird just out there doing its business like a person. That’s the jinchou, that’s the penguin. Now you know.
@pauline and I, along with our friend Matt, were able to join the memorial services at Manzanar this year.
Manzanar is one of ten American concentration camps, where Japanese-Americans were held during WWII. The camp grounds are in California, near the Nevada border. At 4,000 feet, the atmosphere is thin, and the sun is blinding. Standing around, being cooked for hours on end, it was difficult not to imagine oneself on the surface of the moon: the terrain was as desolate as it was beautiful.
Today is not my most successful #transdayofvisibility in that I’m spending it hiding in a hostel room in a temple on a mountaintop south of Osaka, and skipping my nightly bath because it’s a communal ladies room; but sometimes those are just the pragmatics. Happy day to all of you out there, I hope you’re just as visible as you’re able to be and that we all keep widening that horizon. #tdov
Latter-day Austro-Hungarian civil servant; THE WARM SOUTH, 2020 Northern Calfornia Book Award (https://www.spdbooks.org/Products/9781948072038/the-warm-south-a-novel.aspx); web developer; lapsed academic; bad at Zen; 🏳️⚧️