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ruthless compassion
02 February 2012 @ 11:56 am
In memory of Wislawa Szymborska, one of my favorite poets, one of my favorite of her poems:

Nothing Twice
by Wislawa Szymborska
translated by Clare Cavanagh and Stanislaw Baranczak

Nothing can ever happen twice.
In consequence, the sorry fact is
that we arrive here improvised
and leave without the chance to practice.

Even if there is no one dumber,
if you're the planet's biggest dunce,
you can't repeat the class in summer:
this course is only offered once.

No day copies yesterday,
no two nights will teach what bliss is
in precisely the same way,
with precisely the same kisses.

One day, perhaps some idle tongue
mentions your name by accident:
I feel as if a rose were flung
into the room, all hue and scent.

The next day, though you're here with me,
I can't help looking at the clock:
A rose? A rose? What could that be?
Is it a flower or a rock?

Why do we treat the fleeting day
with so much needless fear and sorrow?
It's in its nature not to stay:
Today is always gone tomorrow.

With smiles and kisses, we prefer
to seek accord beneath our star,
although we're different (we concur)
just as two drops of water are.
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ruthless compassion
02 February 2012 @ 07:06 pm
I bought 3 hypnocubes for work ... but I haven't decided what to use them for yet. They're in boxes on a shelf in my workspace, which people walk through regularly on their way to and from meetings. Evidently, curiosity about them has been driving people to distraction because today while I was out running errands for hackathon, one of my guys broke into one and plugged it in on my desk, with a note "There goes your afternoon".

I returned to find a cluster of people in my workspace, with the light off, staring at hypnocube, going "ooOOOoh".
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