"I wanted to see where beauty comes from
without you in the world, hauling my heart
across sixty acres of northeast meadow,
my pockets filling with flowers.
Then I remembered,
it’s you I miss in the brightness
and body of every living name:
rattlebox, yarrow, wild vetch.
You are the green wonder of June,
root and quasar, the thirst for salt.
When I finally understand that people fail
at love, what is left but cinquefoil, thistle,
the paper wings of the dragonfly
aeroplaning the soul with a sudden blue hilarity?
If I get the story right, desire is continuous,
equatorial. There is still so much
I want to know: what you believe
can never be removed from us,
what you dreamed on Walnut Street
in the unanswerable dark of your childhood,
learning pleasure on your own.
Tell me our story: are we impetuous,
are we kind to each other, do we surrender
to what the mind cannot think past?
Where is the evidence I will learn
to be good at loving?
The black dog orbits the horseshoe pond
for treefrogs in their plangent emergencies.
There are violet hills,
there is the covenant of duskbirds.
The moon comes over the mountain
like a big peach, and I want to tell you
what I couldn’t say the night we rushed
North, how I love the seriousness of your fingers
and the way you go into yourself,
calling my half-name like a secret.
I stand between taproot and treespire.
Here is the compass rose
to help me live through this.
Here are twelve ways of knowing
what blooms even in the blindness
of such longing. Yellow oxeye,
viper’s bugloss with its set of pink arms
pleading do not forget me.
We hunger for eloquence.
We measure the isopleths.
I am visiting my life with reckless plenitude.
The air is fragrant with tiny strawberries.
Fireflies turn on their electric wills:
an effulgence. Let me come back
whole, let me remember how to touch you
before it is too late."
— Stacie Cassarino, Summer Solstice
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"Memory is mortal. Some evenings, Billie Holiday lays her sick rose in my ears.
Some evenings I catch myself
far from myself, weeping."

Antonio Gamoneda, from Arden las Pérdidas 

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Tea with Georgia O’Keeffe in her Home

Tea with Georgia O’Keeffe in her Home

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Dutch Baby Pancake

Ingredients:

  • 3 large eggs
  • 2/3 cup whole milk
  • 2 tablespoons sugar
  • 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
  • 1/2 teaspoon vanilla
  • 1/2 cup flour
  • 1 tablespoon butter
  • optional garnishes: powdered sugar, butter, lemon wedges, fresh berries, maple syrup

Instructions:

  1. Place a 10″ cast-iron skillet on the middle rack of the oven, and preheat to 450 degrees.
  2. In a large bowl, whisk eggs together vigorously until light and frothy, about 2 minutes. Add milk, sugar, salt and vanilla, and whisk until combined. Sift in flour, and whisk just until smooth. Let rest for 5 – 10 minutes.
  3. Carefully remove the skillet from the oven, add the butter and let melt completely, swirling the pan to allow the butter to coat the entire bottom. Pour batter into hot pan, and place back in the oven, shutting door quickly so oven loses as little heat as possible.
  4. Bake for 15 minutes, until the sides have puffed up a lot, and the entire top of the pancake is golden brown. Remove from oven and use a spatula to loosen the edges of the pancake. Transfer to a serving platter, dust with powdered sugar and cut into large wedges. Serve immediately.
Pot-bellied Seahorse, Hippocampus Abdominalis.  Seahorses and other syngnathids can grow skin filaments that help them to blend in with their environment. (Tasmania, Australia).
David Hall
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Pot-bellied Seahorse, Hippocampus AbdominalisSeahorses and other syngnathids can grow skin filaments that help them to blend in with their environment. (Tasmania, Australia).

David Hall

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Agnodice circa 4th century BCE

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Midwifery is a branch of medicine traditionally reserved for women.  As medicine evolved into an academic discipline, female practitioners such as midwives were often pushed out.  When Hippocrates (c. 460-370 BCE) founded his school at Cos, he limited female students to an auxiliary program in obstetrics and gynecology.  After Hippocrates’s death, the leaders of Athens discovered some female medical practitioners performed abortions and taught contraceptive techniques.  In response, the city fathers barred all women from practicing medicine and made working as a female medical practitioner a capital crime.  Maternal and perinatal mortality skyrocketed as many Greek women were unwilling to have their baby delivered by a male physician

A young Athenian woman of this period, Agnodice disguised herself as a boy in order to study medicine with Herophilus in Alexandria.  After qualifying as a physician, Agnodice was called on to attend a difficult birth.  Concerned for her modesty, the mother was unwilling to accept the help of a male physician so Agnodice exposed her body to show she was a biological woman.  The mother gratefully accepted Agnodice’s help and as word spread of this rogue female physician, Agnodice’s practice grew.

Jealous that this young physician had become so popular so quickly, Athenian physicians began to accuse Agnodice of seducing her patients.  In order to defend herself from these charges, Agnodice publicly revealed her body to show her biological sex.  Agnodice was put on trial for violating the law banning female physicians, a crime that carried the death penalty.  A mob of female supporters rallied to her defense and Athenian leaders were so moved that they not only spared Agnodice’s life, they changed the law so that female physicians could treat female patients.

Some believe that Agnodice is a mythical figure.  There are no known contemporary accounts of Agnodice’s life.  She first appears in Gaius Julius Hyginus’s Fabulae, a collection of fables from the first century BCE.  Furthermore, the name Agnodice means “chaste before justice” which is in keeping with the ancient Greek practice of naming fictional characters after their virtues.  The story of Agnodice’s life may be a parable to understand the need for female physicians such as Aspasia who are known to have practiced medicine around the time Fabulae was composed.

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  3. Exposure: 1/15th
  4. Focal Length: 3mm

The long list of male alcoholic authors is well known, but what about their literary sisters? Olivia Laing looks back on the great female writers who sought refuge in the bottle and salvation on the page

Marguerite Duras in France, c1955. Photo: Robert Doisneau/Getty

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Rosalia de Souza - Bossa 31

album: Garota Moderna

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The summer solstice, King Arthur, the Holy Grail … Stonehenge is supposed to be a site of myths and mystery. But with timed tickets and a £27m visitor centre, does it herald a rampant commercialisation of our heritage, asks Will Self
The Madonna of the Magnificat (detail), 1482 by Sandro Botticelli

The Madonna of the Magnificat (detail), 1482 by Sandro Botticelli