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what if public libraries were open late every night and we could engage in public life there instead of having to choose between drinking at the bar and domestic isolation
Erin Glasstwitter.comin the mad rush for gritty realism, superhero movies are also running the risk of losing a little piece of their soul: The sense of whimsy and unabashed escapism that has attracted audiences of all ages through the years. Superhero movies, like action movies and romantic comedies, have become a genre unto themselves, and there's no reason that one... See more
Why so serious, superhero movies?
“Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless,
of cities fill’d with the foolish [...]
What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer:
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.”
Of the endless trains of the faithless,
of cities fill’d with the foolish [...]
What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer:
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.”
This Scene from “Dead Poets Society” Soothed my Aching Heart.
Superheroes were no longer whiz-bang do-gooders who delighted kids, but anti-heroes with the same emotional baggage as the aging fans who read about them.
Why so serious, superhero movies?
Horizons have shrunk. Novelists and filmmakers seem far more at home with dystopias than with the possibility that the world might get better. The institutions that once fuelled our shared imagination have, for different reasons, given up, leaving public intellectual culture recycling old ideas, while much of politics has drifted into nostalgia.
Geoff Mulgan • Another World Is Possible: How to Reignite Social and Political Imagination
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
ov... See more
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
ov... See more
Mary Oliver Wild Geese
wild geese, by mary oliver
It's no longer enough for Superman to save the world; instead, he needs to spend his screen time contemplating his place in it.