The 361st Five Star Mixtape Great Blog Roundup Is Brought to You By Stephen King
This week's Five Star Mixtape is brought to you by a Russian poet, autism, surprising growth, aphantasia, violence and hiding, a different kind of Islam, and Stephen King:
What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.
I don’t want to beg for acceptance. I don’t want to plead for compassion. I’m not going to sweet talk them into seeing our worth. I don’t feel like laying my soul bare in the hopes that bigoted people might find something in me that could soften their cold hearts. Not this April.
I’d gone to Catholic school in Glasgow, Scotland, during our last year in the U.K., so life in Saudi Arabia was like someone had turned the lights off in my mind. I could not understand how this could be a Muslim country, because I was brought up as a Muslim, as I said, in a feminist home, yet here was a very different example of Islam, an Islam I did not like, an Islam that was suffocating me, and an Islam that made it clear that women were the walking embodiment of sin.
Through all of this tumult, Georgia has remained, well, Georgia. Like a lovely solid little tree you plant in the garden and water, forgetfully, robotically, watering can in hand while you’re making a grocery list or thinking how to answer to an email. You walk by the tree every day on your way out and you take note, while preoccupied with other things, that it’s still standing. Then one day you look at that little tree and you stop – taken aback. That same little tree is now in full blossom, growing taller than the fence, flourishing quietly and earnestly.
"Velimir Khlebnikov, Futurian with a curse on his head - as meaning glows in language - I give you my divine white brain" by Tom at Wuthering Expectations:
Leafing through The King of Time: Selected Writings of the Russian Futurian (Harvard, 1985, ed. Charlotte Douglas, tr. Paul Schmidt), I think, did I read this book. Already I am forgetting it, not because Khlebnikov is too much like other poets but because his work is too strange, too nonsensical. I mean too nonsensical to remember easily. Aesthetically, it is exactly as strange as it should be.
I just learned something about you and it is blowing my goddamned mind.
This is not a joke. It is not “blowing my mind” a la BuzzFeed’s “8 Things You Won’t Believe About Tarantulas.” It is, I think, as close to an honest-to-goodness revelation as I will ever live in the flesh.
Here it is: You can visualize things in your mind.
"Slightly Under" by Sean H. Doyle at Sean H. Doyle:
I haven’t laid hands on another sentient being in a long time. It used to come so easily, any problem solved by spilling blood or intimidation or a wink that said “think twice, I’m ripe to throw.” I barely even raise my voice now.
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