And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
From David Leonhardt's 2021-09-02 newsletter (paywalled?):
As the journalist Alexandra Tempus [recently wrote](https://nyti.ms/3kLx2mZ) for Times Opinion:
> We are now at the dawn of America’s Great Climate Migration Era. For now, it is piecemeal, and moves are often temporary. … But permanent relocations, by individuals and eventually whole communities, are increasingly becoming unavoidable.
I want to build my skills for patience to stay longer than that in the transitional spaces, to not be overwhelmed while I pay attention to what’s cracking irritatingly and inconveniently, to what’s opening, what’s confusing, and what’s flourishing in the transitioning cracks. (The history of the present-in-transition.)
- Lauren Berlant (28 April 2017)
https://www.berfrois.com/2017/04/lauren-berlant-writing-light/
a Twitter gem from a few day's ago:
@LiteraryVienna: “I suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us.”
Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed https://twitter.com/LiteraryVienna/status/1428807586762080264/photo/1
Plague Poems - @PlaguePoems:
Contrary to what
the pop song declared
it is the end of the world
as we know it
and I do not
feel fine.
* A compendium of the seventy-fourth week of plague poems…
https://librarianshipwreck.wordpress.com/2021/08/20/plague-poems-the-seventy-fourth-week/
today's Twitter gem:
doctor peanut - @NINETIREDBUGS: ok the problem with thinking "it's been a really tough week! why shouldn't i get myself a little treat" is that it's been at least 53 rough weeks in a row and the amount of little treats i now require to feel baseline happy is accelerating at a terrifying pace
Right, off to bed.
So as not to sleep.
To listen to the darkness,
the silence, the solitude and the dead.
-Samuel Beckett, from a letter to Mania Perón
via @chowleen on Twitter
#cosopoetry
Another important post and critique of work from @stoweboyd on Twitter. The pull quote for me is an aside, but seems so on point today: we are "... amid a year’s worth of unprocessed grief."
https://workfutures.substack.com/p/overwork-and-the-cult-of-ambition
Another affordance of paper (/ht Twitter):
Kaitlin Curtice - @KaitlinCurtice: FOR THE READERS:
I consider it an act of love for you to show me your coffee-stained pages from my books. It means you're bringing my words to your world. Both @travisbcurtice and I each have our own copy of #NativeBook and they have their own unique coffee stains. ☕️
Travis B. Curtice - @travisbcurtice: Can you truly love a book if it hasn’t also served as a coffee mug coaster?
Shierholz also discussed the labor shortage myth on the Pitchfork Economics podcast: “The thing that I always suggest that people say is—when they hear an employer say, ‘I can’t find the workers that I need’—always add the phrase ‘at the wage I want to pay.’” https://pitchforkeconomics.com/episode/its-not-a-labor-shortage-its-a-wage-shortage-with-heidi-shierholz/
I am not the droid you are looking for. Also an open access advocate and inveterate punster.