Reads from 2020
Ursa Major: Elizabeth Gilbert Reads a Poignant Forgotten Poem About the Big Dipper and Our Cosmic Humanity
A two-verse love letter to the night sky fixture which “our eyes must lean out into time to catch, and die in seeing.”
Love Beyond Label: Lisel Mueller’s Tender Poem About the Lush, Unclassifiable Bond Between Johannes Brahms and Clara Schumann
A lovely antidote to “the rude, irrelevant question of our age,” the hollow assumption that “the event of two bodies meshing together establishes the degree of love.”
Wander: Natascha McElhone Reads Hermann Hesse’s 100-Year-Old Love Letter to Trees in a Virtual Mental Health Walk Through Kew Gardens
“In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws… to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree.”
Beyond the Blues: Poet Mary Ruefle’s Stunning Color Spectrum of Sadnesses
“Pink sadness… is the sadness of shame when you have done nothing wrong, pink sadness is not your fault, and though even the littlest twinge may cause it, it is the vast bushy top on the family tree of sadness, whose faraway roots resemble a colossal squid with eyes the size of soccer balls.”
Conscience in Revolt: Sophie Scholl on Suffering, Strength, and the Deepest Wellspring of Courage
“Sympathy is often difficult and soon becomes hollow if one feels no pain oneself.”
The Great Barrier Reef: Stunning 19th-Century Illustrations from the World’s First Encyclopedia of One of Earth’s Most Vibrant and Delicate Ecosystems
A symphonic hymn for our planet’s lushest underwater wonderland.
Kierkegaard on the Spiritual and Sensual Power of Music, the Essence of Genius, and the Key to a Timeless Work of Art
“If Mozart ever became wholly comprehensible to me, he would for the first time become wholly incomprehensible to me.”
And So It Goes: A Lyrical Illustrated Meditation on the Cycle of Life
“We don’t know when, but those who arrive will leave one day as well.”
Drawings by Children: Rosanne Cash Reads Lisel Mueller’s Subtle Poem About Growing Out of Our Limiting Frames of Reference
“There is nothing behind the wall except a space where the wind whistles, but you cannot see that.”
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