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You must remember this A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh The fundamental things apply As time goes by […] Thanks to the kind folks at OPIRG Kingston, a piece of local history enters the … Continue reading →

I was intrigued by the account I encountered in Wired to Create: Unraveling the Mysteries of the Creative Mind by Scott Barry Kaufman and Carolyn Gregoire and went on to check out the search engines for artwork — it was … Continue reading →

The poem circles round the notation, more like a sandwich with a filling of self-quotation. The frame in David Kachinski “A Reflection on Experience in the Natural World” invokes the sound of a Chrysler speeding through the night. But any … Continue reading →

He has a wide understanding of what constitutes “nationalism” to accompany this colour theory. All nationalisms have the power of not seeing resemblances between similar sets of facts. […] Actions are held to be good or bad, not on their … Continue reading →

In the section on “Claiming Precedence”, Iona and Peter Opie record in Lore and Language of Schoolchildren that the terms “for gaining possession of an object [are] also commonly used for securing a privilege of first place” and they include … Continue reading →

I recall from childhood a parody of Whistle While You Work. Whistle while you work Hitler is a jerk Eisenhower lost his power Deifenbaker is a faker I know Trudeau flunked his judo Whistle while you work I appears that … Continue reading →

I like the resonances that are set up in endings to two lectures, the penultimate and the ultimate, given by Robert Heilbroner as part of his CBC Massey Lectures. First he rifts off Marx’s notion of alienation and then offers … Continue reading →

Travel in both time and space through an aquatic meditation on interconnection appealing to readers of all ages. The water that makes up more than two-thirds of your body weight, that flows in your blood, that bathes your cells, and … Continue reading →

What I find particularly fetching in this meditation on loss is that the many paths become subsumed under one archetype: the journey. What of the people who don’t come back? Who leave home and they die or else they don’t … Continue reading →

Culled from Lisa Pasold A Bad Year for Journalists, a line that becomes stark in its isolation: a genocide doesn’t suddenly stop like a football game. And poised here beside the recollection of the ending of Derek by Isaac Julien … Continue reading →