Mahmoud Darwish, Journal of an Ordinary Grief (via yesyes)
I wish I didn’t have to read Darwish - or any other poet, for that matter - in translation, I wish I could read his words exactly as they were written, I wish I could experience their potency not at all diluted by translation. I love how his work is so indebted to Palestine, but transcends those particulars too.
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Lucio Battisti - La collina dei ciliegi
"Ora figli dell’immensità"
9:55 am 75,270 notes
Phobias may be memories passed down in genes from ancestors
Memories may be passed down through generations in DNA in a process that may be the underlying cause of phobias
Memories can be passed down to later generations through genetic switches that allow offspring to inherit the experience of their ancestors, according to new research that may explain how phobias can develop. Scientists have long assumed that memories and learned experiences built up during a lifetime must be passed on by teaching later generations or through personal experience. However, new research has shown that it is possible for some information to be inherited biologically through chemical changes that occur in DNA. Researchers at the Emory University School of Medicine, in Atlanta, found that mice can pass on learned information about traumatic or stressful experiences – in this case a fear of the smell of cherry blossom – to subsequent generations. The results may help to explain why people suffer from seemingly irrational phobias – it may be based on the inherited experiences of their ancestors. (via Phobias may be memories passed down in genes from ancestors - Telegraph)
How frighteningly complex and wonderful our bodies are - that after hundreds of years of studying them, we are still learning incredible new things.
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A man with OCD recites a poem about his one true love. It’s heartbreaking.
best post on here
seriously love this piece everytime its on my dashboard
Also: I remember how my college poetry teacher always emphasized the importance of reading poems out loud (for the poet and for the reader, even if alone) - how it differed from the experience of your eyes merely following words on a page. To hear the audience reacting so viscerally in this video is a gift.
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Swedish Still Life, or: skyping with a friend who is very far away