Teletypewriting on a 1970s telegram - mixing #serif ("i") and #sansserif ("k") type styles.
Is there a technical term for such a typeface (that includes both styles)?
Teletypewriting on a 1970s telegram - mixing #serif ("i") and #sansserif ("k") type styles.
Is there a technical term for such a typeface (that includes both styles)?
A culture is no better than its woods.
-- W. H. Auden
#Wisdom #Quotes #WHAuden #Culture #Nature
#Photography #Panorama #Pictographs #RockArt #NativeAmerican #Utah
"The Impossible Dream (The Quest)" is a #popularSong composed by #MitchLeigh, with lyrics written by #JoeDarion. It is the best known tune from the 1965 Broadway musical #ManOfLaMancha and is also featured in the 1972 film of the same name starring #PeterOToole. According to composer Mitch Lee in Soul Music - #TheImpossibleDream, BBC Radio 4, 2011, #theOriginal lyricist was #WHAuden. "But there were disagreements with Wasserman, the book's writer, on how to adapt it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=klOC4s171e0
Evil is unspectacular and always human,
And shares our bed and eats at our own table.
—W. H. Auden
In recent years people have been reading - or re-reading - Hannah Arendt's "The Origins of Totalitarianism" in the hope that it might shed light on what is happening in our time, even though it was published just under three quarters of a century ago, in 1951.
The following year saw the publication of W.H. Auden’s “The Shield of Achilles”. Like Arendt’s book, Auden’s poem was shaped by the horrors of the decades preceding its publication, yet it too can still offer our age insight.
#HannahArendt #TheOriginsOfTotalitarianism #WHAuden #TheShieldOfAchilles #PoliticalThought #Poetry
“All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.”
#WHAuden #poetry #poem
Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies
W.H. Auden, who died 50 years ago, was in New York when the Second World War began. He wrote a poem, '1st September 1939', which he came to hate.
A fascinating programme about this awkward and influential poem, on BBC Sounds https://bbc.in/3LRppJU
I came upon a W.H. Auden quote today I had not seen before:
"The arts are our chief means of communication with the dead and without communication with the dead a fully human life is not possible."
All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
W̶e̶ ̶m̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶ ̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶a̶n̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶d̶i̶e̶
We must love one another or die.
#WHAuden
September 1, 1939
Sinead O’Connor Danced on the Edge of the Dark All Her Life
Auden wrote of Yeats, “Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.” Cruel Ireland hurt Ms. O’Connor into song. She called Ireland a theocracy. She was furious that in a country that had supposedly fought for and won its freedom, women and children were so silenced and disempowered. She understood and had experienced pain, neglect and injustice and sang for those who also knew these things.
#WHAuden #Sinead #Yeats #islam
https://www.nytimes.com/2023/07/28/opinion/sinead-oconnor-meaning-death-ireland.html