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Poetry: Pull my ends/ and see if/ they return/ to centre

Will we breathe
like ballet
dancers, learn
to bleed song—
toes pointed?
Will you still
learn this dance?
This is me

trying to
lengthen my-
self. To stand
on the thin
ends of my
swollen toes
and fool my-
self into

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Marlin M. Jenkins, Puritan Magazine

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NYC Ballet Presents NEW BEGINNINGS

In a beautiful tribute to September 11th, NYC Ballet released a short film of their piece NEW BEGINNINGS on September 12th of this year. It was taped at “sunrise on the 57th floor of 4WTC in lower Manhattan,” NYC Ballet shares. “It is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, and a tribute to the future of the city that New York City Ballet calls home,” they say.

The company states the piece is of Christopher Wheeldon’s ‘After the Rain.’

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New Van Gogh Identified –  A painting that sat for six decades in a Norwegian industrialist’s attic after he was told it was a fake Van Gogh was pronounced the real thing Monday, making it the first full-size canvas by the tortured Dutch artist to be discovered since 1928. RT Yahoo

This has been everywhere today, but is also the most joy-filled, magical, breathtaking celebration of the human body and the art of motion that I’ve seen in years.  Photographer Jordan Matter crafted a stunning series of ballet dancers striking poses in mundane situations. Gorgeous and magical. RT Dancers Among Us

The Millions reviews J.M. Coetzee’s The Childhood of Jesus

“That’s just gibberish. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“It does mean something. It means something to me.”

“That may be so but it doesn’t mean anything to me. Language has to mean something to me as well as to you, otherwise it doesn’t count as language.”

In a gesture that he must have picked up from Inés, the boy tosses his head dismissively. “La la fa fa yam ying! Look at me!”

He looks into the boy’s eyes. For the briefest of moments he sees something there. He has no name for it. It is like — that is what occurs to him in the moment. Like a fish that wriggles loose as you try to grasp it. But not like a fish — no, like like a fish. Or like like like a fish. On and on. Then the moment is over, and he is simply standing in silence, staring.

“Did you see?” says the boy. RT The Millions

Last but not least, on the tenth anniversary of The X-Files, Gillian Anderson writes the most adorable letter ever to the world, in which she thanks David Duchovny for wearing those speedos. RT Pajiba

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