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The Crow's Nest
Crows gather all kinds of things in their nests. They like shiny objects or whatever strikes their fancy. I, too, like to gather a variety of things, but unlike a crow, I like to share what I find, as well as what I create myself.
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Good morning everyone…
A construction worker takes a break atop the frame of the One LaSalle Street building in 1929. Photograph from the Chicago Daily News.
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The Art of War
At first it looks like an art, and then you read the caption. People were dying in this moment. People were dying and running around and screaming, and yet from up there, it kind of looks like art.
Blackbirdsong

"An aerial photograph taken during an air raid on Berlin, with the wavy lines of searchlights and anti-aircraft fire, 1941."
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Sojourner Truth (1797-1883): Ain’t I A Woman?
Delivered 1851Women’s Convention, Akron, Ohio 
“Well, children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter. I think that ‘twixt the negroes of the South and the women at the North, all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. But what’s all this here talking about?
That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain’t I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain’t I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man - when I could get it - and bear the lash as well! And ain’t I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother’s grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain’t I a woman?
Then they talk about this thing in the head; what’s this they call it? [member of audience whispers, “intellect”] That’s it, honey. What’s that got to do with women’s rights or negroes’ rights? If my cup won’t hold but a pint, and yours holds a quart, wouldn’t you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?
Then that little man in black there, he says women can’t have as much rights as men, ‘cause Christ wasn’t a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.
If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back , and get it right side up again! And now they is asking to do it, the men better let them.
Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain’t got nothing more to say.”
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Ralph Morse, New Yorkers read of John F. Kennedy’s assassination, 1963. 
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Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath on their honeymoon, Paris, 1956
Read here about Ted Hughes’ last poem, “Last Letter” in which he wonders about Plath’s final days.
(photo: Warren J. Plath/Mortimer Rare Book Room, Smith College)
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