“A zoologist who observed gorillas in their native habitat was amazed by the uniformity of their life and their vast idleness. Hours and hours without doing anything. Was boredom unknown to them? This is indeed a question raised by a human, a busy ape. Far from fleeing monotony, animals crave it, and what they most dread is to see it end. For it ends, only to be replaced by fear, the cause of all activity. Inaction is divine; yet it is against inaction that man has rebelled. Man alone, in nature, is incapable of enduring monotony, man alone wants something to happen at all costs—something, anything…. Thereby he shows himself unworthy of his ancestor: the need for novelty is the characteristic of an alienated gorilla.”—Emil Cioran (via adecentfellow)
AUSTIN, Texas (Reuters) - A federal judge on Monday temporarily blocked a new Texas rule that would have excluded Planned Parenthood clinics from offering women’s health services for the poor in the state because the organization provides abortions.
The ruling by U.S. District Judge Lee Yeakel in favor of Planned Parenthood means thousands of women enrolled in the Texas Women’s Health Program who go to its clinics will not be required to find new healthcare providers, at least for now. […]
“You won’t allow me to go to school.
I won’t become a doctor.
One day you will be sick.”—
Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl
This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their feelings about love (considered blasphemous), and their doubts about religion.
With the soul you must plan for each breath,for each beat to either unify or disrupt, solidify or interrupt the music the music
With the soul you can name the unknown, the faceless, give wings and flight to dreams, the mind, resonate the very essence of life in music the music
Just like Ireland calls out from your veins the music, the music within you must escape
So few can speak with vibration cast into air, on the wind, the narration of what lies within in the way that you can, so I say to you friend, among fools you’re a man who won’t let the tide or the storm or the thunder divide him from trying to collect the wonder, create the divine from the shapeless, and under the skin… the music the music is burning within
And, oh god forbid, those who never sing with all the colors caught inside before perishing
But I know you feel, with Irish heat, how music, your music sets fire in everything
…fire to everything Set fire to everything Set fire to everything with music, the music, the music your music fire in every beat.