Thursday, 11 July 2013

Privileged Glimpses

Meditations on Empathy (and how postsecret.com is making me a better person)


Empathy underpins everything good and wonderful that happens on this pretty planet of ours. Cultivate an ability to put yourself in the shoes of any other person, rich or poor, lefty or fascist, ugly as a foot or pretty as a Cara Delevingne, and you probably have this business of living cracked.

One fabulous website instilling good empathic (or should that be empathetic? The eternal question...) habits in all who visit is http://www.postsecret.com/, 'an ongoing community art project where people mail in their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade postcard'. Every Sunday provides twenty or so privileged glimpses into the human heart; some will break your heart, others will make you hoot with laughter, all expose the myth that there is such a thing as normal.


Postsecret is doing a really valuable thing; encouraging us to see beyond the boxes we put people in and the labels we shove on them and to just see the human being underneath. It is a lovely little reminder that many people are terribly lonely or a little bit broken, that we all carry secrets, and that what we see on the surface is never the full picture. 

On this, a tricky and divisive weekend in my part of the world, railing against a 'them and us' culture and showing some love is all I ask of the world.

(Brené Brown (of that fabulous TED talk on 'The Power of Vulnerability') gave some rather dazzling insights into the difference between sympathy and empathy, among other things, in a recent lecture at the RSA which I would highly recommend. Have your mind blown here.)



Here endeth the hippy rant.
PEACE LOVE AND HAPPINESS,
Ailbhe
x
You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view - until you climb into his skin and walk around in it. - Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

Summer Reading List

My last chance to read whatever I feel like before punishing university reading lists start ruling my existence.


  1. Lucky Jim, Kingsley Amis (because Oxford baybay.)
  2. Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh (see above)
  3. Candide, Voltaire (because my English teacher said it will teach you how to live your life and that kind of wisdom is always welcome.)
  4. The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway
  5. Things Fall Apart, Chinua Achebe (to honour this great Nigerian writer in the year of his death, and because I like the Yeats allusion.)
  6. The Art of Happiness, The Dalai Lama
  7. The Second Sex, Simone de Beauvoir (because women owe her everything.)
  8. The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera
  9. To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee (To my eternal shame, I never finished it.)
  10. Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov (likewise.)
  11. Catch-22, Joseph Heller
  12. Middlemarch, George Eliot
  13. The Communist Manifesto, Karl Marx (because why not and it is nice to make one's own mind up about things.)
  14. Hard Times, Charles Dickens (because I am already in love with that amazing opening.)
  15. What We Talk About When We Talk About Love, Raymond Carver
  16. The Accidental Theorist, Paul Krugman (because my friend lent me it and my understanding of economics is limited to the point of embarrassing.)
  17. The Portrait of a Lady, Henry James
  18. Something by Iris Murdoch (because I hear great things about this woman.)
  19. Wolf Hall, Hilary Mantel (to keep my finger on the literary pulse of the nation.)
  20. Think, Simon Blackburn (to indulge the philosopher within.)
'What you read when you don't have to determines what you will be when you can't help it.' - Oscar Wilde