Ursula K. Le Guin

From acclaimed author Ursula K. Le Guin, a collection of thoughts--always adroit, often acerbic--on aging, belief, the state of literature, and the state of the nation

Thinking about what Matters

No Time to Spare

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It's been two months since I blogged. Considering that I am on the eve of my eighty-fifth birthday, and that anyone over seventy-five who isn't continuously and conspicuously active is liable to be considered dead, I thought I should make some signs of life.

And there are no splendid final salutations, such as "Sensrle," which had me stumped, until “San serly" and "Sihnserly" gave me the clue. Or "Yours trully," also spelled "chrule." Or, frequently, echoing young Jane Austen. “Your freind.”

Karolina

Art isn't explanation. Art is what an artist does, not what an artist explains.

Capitalist growth, probably for at least a century and certainly from the turn of the millennium on, has been growth in the wrong sense. Not only endless but uncontrolled—random. Growth as in tumor. Growth as in cancer. 

Anger points powerfully to the denial of rights, but the exercise of rights can't live and thrive on anger. It lives and thrives on the dogged pursuit of justice.

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