“I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enough,
To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,
To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough,
To pass among them, or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment—what is this, then?
I do not ask any more delight—I swim in it, as in a sea.
There is something in staying close to men and women, and looking on them, and in the contact and odor of them, that pleases the soul well;
All things please the soul—but these please the soul well.”—Whitman, “I Sing the Body Electric,” Leaves of Grass
“Was R. Kelly acquitted because he’s a celebrity? Lisa Van Allen thinks so. It’s worth remembering, though, that most of the potential jurors indicated during the voir dire process that they didn’t know who R. Kelly was, or at the very least had no idea that he was a global superstar. Perhaps the jurors absorbed Kelly’s star power through osmosis and decided it was too heavy a burden to send away the man behind ‘I Like the Crotch on You.’”—
“Smartly neglecting to mention media reports that Kelly is functionally illiterate, Adam Jr. noted that the singer isn’t dumb enough to tote around a satchel of homemade pornography, as alleged by Van Allen. Or, if you prefer, he does not “carry around a bag full of porno tapes like he was a porno Santa Claus.”—further Slate coverage of the R. Kelly trial. I love the R. Kelly trial. I am so sad that it’s over.
"Vermont is a state I love. I could not look upon the peaks of Ascutney, Killington, Mansfield, and Equinox, without being moved in a way that no other scene could move me. It was here that I first saw the light of day; here I received my bride, here my dead lie pillowed on the loving breast of our eternal hills.
I love Vermont because of her hills and valleys, her scenery and invigorating climate, but most of all because of her indomitable people. They are a race of pioneers who have almost beggared themselves to serve others. If the spirit of liberty should vanish in other parts of the Union, and support of our institutions should languish, it could all be replenished from the generous store held by the people of this brave little state of Vermont.”
“Sitting down at a table heaped with books, Andriesse poured himself a glass of gin. ‘The only reason I am alive is because of my love of alcohol and cigarettes,’ he noted in his amused baritone, as he reached into a bag of Van Nelle tobacco and rolled a cigarette.”—today’s New York Times Magazine article about Marlene Dumas