At nights, I extract shining pearls of verses, scorching my brain in a hundred fires
- Nezami, an Azerbaijani poet
And once again after years I traverse your roads,
And once again I find you, the same, unchanged!
Your deadness, immobility, and senselessness.
Your fallow lands
And thatchless cottages and rotten walls.
Your squalor, foul air, boredom, the same dirt as
earlier,
And the same servile gaze, now impudent, now
dejected.
And although you were freed from slavery,
You do not know what to do with freedom –
you, the people…
And everything is as it once was
- Ivan Turgenev, “The Dream”
Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth – “you owe me.”
Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.
- Hafiz
“The shot will only go smoothly when it takes the archer himself by surprise…….U mustn’t open the right hand on purpose”
- Eugen Herrigel on learning Zen archery
Five Favorite Kathak Performances Seen in New York City in the Past Six
Years (plus some “honorable mentions” and a few other things)
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[A few things that I wanted to note first (which actually occurred to me
after I wrote the rest of the post): I want to make it clear that this list
is not...
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