"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
Mr Peebles is the nickname of a British artist who works in tandem with Helen, though Helen seems to be doing all the work (read the bio, it’s rather funny). Linktree here, Instagram here, Christmas shop here.
In the shop, you can buy a bunch of cards (here), but I suggest you take a look at the Yule card, which is not included and is by far my favorite.
I warned you I would try and do this: I’m not making any promises, let’s see if I can keep this up.
Alejandra Pizarnik (1936–1972) was an Argentine poet, translator, and writer of Russian Jewish descent, and one of the most intense and influential voices of mid‑20th‑century Latin America. Born Flora Alejandra in Buenos Aires, she studied philosophy and literature but left academia to devote herself to
Gaston Bachelard‘s Poetics of Space is the book that gives this week its title, and its central claim, that the house is our first universe, a cosmos before we know the word, is seductive enough that it’s worth resisting for a moment. You know the
Rilke wasn’t chosen at random for this slot, last week, and neither is today’s Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva, though I’ll admit I didn’t plan the connection until I went looking for her and found it waiting there already. In the spring of 1926, Tsvetaeva, Rilke, and
Alejandra Pizarnik (1936–1972) was an Argentine poet, translator, and writer of Russian Jewish descent, and one of the most intense and influential voices of mid‑20th‑century Latin America. Born Flora Alejandra in Buenos Aires, she studied philosophy and literature but left academia to devote herself to
Gaston Bachelard‘s Poetics of Space is the book that gives this week its title, and its central claim, that the house is our first universe, a cosmos before we know the word, is seductive enough that it’s worth resisting for a moment. You know the
Rilke wasn’t chosen at random for this slot, last week, and neither is today’s Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva, though I’ll admit I didn’t plan the connection until I went looking for her and found it waiting there already. In the spring of 1926, Tsvetaeva, Rilke, and
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