February 2012
14 posts
Love and Death - Todd May →
All machine and no ghost? →
The more we look at the brain, the less it looks like a device for creating consciousness. Perhaps philosophers will never be able to solve the mystery.
Who Was Charles Dickens? →
Spring Poems - The Paris Review →
Kevin Prufer, On Sentimentality & Complexity →
Podcast: The Tragedy of Life - Philosophy Now →
Vacancy in the Park - Wallace Stevens
March … Someone has walked across the snow, Someone looking for he knows not what. It is like a boat that has pulled away From a shore at night and disappeared. It is like a guitar left on a table By a woman, who has forgotten it. It is like the feeling of a man Come back to see a certain house. The four winds blow through the rustic arbor, Under its mattresses of vines.
Philosophy Podcasts | The University of Chicago →
How doctors choose to die →
When faced with a terminal illness, medical professionals, who know the limits of modern medicine, often opt out of life-prolonging treatment. An American doctor explains why the best death can be the least medicated – and the art of dying peacefully, at home.
A Requiem to an Age of Brilliant Polish Poetry →
Wislawa Szymborska (1923-2012)
The Art of Living →
A free Stanford course explores the most timeless existential questions.
Your Guide to Literary Tumblrs →
The New World of William Carlos Williams →
January 2012
16 posts
Philosophy Now - a magazine of ideas: Podcasts →
"And now the leaves suddenly lose strength." - A...
And now the leaves suddenly lose strength. Decaying towers stand still, lurid, lanes-long, And seen from landing windows, or the length Of gardens, rubricate afternoons. New strong Rain-bearing night-winds come: then Leaves chase warm buses, speckle statued air, Pile up in corners, fetch out vague broomed men Through mists at morning.
And no matter where goes down, The sallow lapsing drift in...
Ghani Khan’s ghazal sung by Sardar Ali...
"A Quiet Normal Life" by Wallace Stevens
His place, as he sat and as he thought, was not
In anything that he constructed, so frail,
So barely lit, so shadowed over and naught,
As, for example, a world in which, like snow,
He became an inhabitant, obedient
To gallant notions on the part of cold.
It was here. This was the setting and the time
Of year. Here in his house and in his room,
In his chair, the most tranquil thought grew...
Freud: the last great Enlightenment thinker →
His Da Ishq La Ghama Na Di Barabar Ghamuna Kul -...
Social Phobia is Distinct From Shyness
via medscape.com
Alain Joffe, MD, MPH, FAAP
Posted: 01/05/2012; Journal Watch © 2011 Massachusetts Medical Society
Abstract
Teens who met criteria for social phobia reported greater impairment and were more likely to have psychiatric comorbidities than youth who rated themselves as shy.
Introduction
To determine if social phobia (a type of anxiety disorder) is a distinct entity or merely...
On the Improvement of the Understanding - Benedict... →
Bukowski’s “The Blue Bird” animated →
John Steinbeck on Falling in Love: A 1958 Letter →
In Search of Lost Time
“But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more immaterial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of...
The Sacred Books of the East - Max Müller →
It was over 12 years ago that I thought of collecting the entire set but never managed as there were other books to read, many volumes were either too expensive or unavailable and so on. Now these books are in the public domain and - thanks to microsoft and google - downloadable in PDF format.
Date a girl who reads… Better yet, date a girl who... →
On Modern Time by Espen Hammer →
December 2011
26 posts
La Figlia che Piange by T. S. Eliot
O quam te memorem virgo …
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair—
Lean on a garden urn—
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair—
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise—
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
So I would have had him leave,
So I would have had her stand and grieve,
So he would have...
Winter Solstice Chant
By Annie Finch
...
WatchBya Ke Borem Ba Mazar - Rabab, Tabla, Violin
On April 6, 2010, world-renowned rubab player Homayun Sakhi made a spontaneous visit to the Afghanistan National Institute of Music. In this video, ANIM violin teacher William Harvey joins Ustad Sakhi in the folk song “Let’s Go To Mazar.”
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Naim Popal’s vocal fragment
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Beya ke borem ba mazar, mullah...
What Role Will Intermezzo® Play in Treating...
Author: Michael J. Thorpy, MD
Posted: 12/20/2011 on medscape.com
Insomnia: A Short Review
Insomnia occurs in most people at some time in their life, even if only briefly. But 20%-50% of people have insomnia on a regular basis. Current treatments have focused on behavioral therapies aimed at reducing lifestyle factors that exacerbate or precipitate insomnia and pharmacologic treatments to...
40 Belief-Shaking Remarks From a Ruthless... →
How to Look at Anger: Aristotle's Example
“There are present day psychologists (as well as philosophers enamored of such approaches) who in their theorizing and experimenting substitute a much-better-worked-out science armed with brain scans and various mind-affecting drugs, for the early moderns’ imaginary mechanism, but the positions they assume remain reductionist — a term one might define like this:
a reductionist...
meena meena me kawalaa khabar naomaa / che da...
“Nature hates peeping, and our mothers speak her very sense when they say,...”
– From Emerson’s Experience
Budding Roses by Virgil
On a springtime morning under a saffron-colored sky, night’s biting chill was just giving way to a hint of the warmth that was yet to come. I was walking a country path between well-tended plots and enjoying the crisp tonic of fresh air. On the blades of grass I could see the white hoar-frost still clinging. On cabbage leaves it had melted to crystal...
Rahimuddin Dagar (vocal) & Asad Ali Khan...
WatchHow the Aurora Borealis Works
Haiku - Selected Poems of Matsuo Bashō →