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It would be OK if someone gave me these books for my birthday

Or, if you do not know me but you know someone else who is having a birthday, they'd probably like these books, too. The links go to Bookshop. Some people asked me for my current priority list, so, here they are. Nonfiction Matthew Salesses,  Craft in the Real World: Rethinking Fiction Writing and Workshopping Chanda Prescod-Weinstein, The Disordered Cosmos: A Journey Into Dark Matter, Spacetime, and Dreams Deferred Robert D. Richardson,  First we read, then we write Laraine Herring,  The Writing Warrior: Discovering the Courage to Free Your True Voice Samantha Irby,  Wow, No Thank You Lulu Miller, Why Fish Don’t Exist Jonathan Ree, Witcraft: The Invention of Philosophy in English Sarah Parcak, Archaeology from Space Samantha Allen, Real Queer America: LGBT Stories From Red States Fiction Callum Angus,  A Natural History of Transition Ilana Masad, All My Mother's Lovers Rebecca Roanhorse, Black Sun   |   NPR Chelsea Bieker, Godshot Bogi Takács, The Trans Space Octopus Congregat

Andrew Marvell: In Eunuchum Poetam (a 17th-century poem)

A scan of The Complete Works in Verse and Prose of Andrew Marvell: Verse. Andrew Marvell lived 1621-1678. Marvell is saying that the eunuch will become famous through his poems, which will substitute for the children he will never have. The eunuch isn't "barren" insofar as he uses his "verse" to impregnate "fame," and his poems will be repeated ("Echo nurse..."), becoming "a tuneful race." IN EUNUCHUM POETAM: Nec sterilem te crede, licet mulieribus exul / Falcem virgineae nequeas immittere messi, / Et nostro peccare modo. Tibi fama perenne / Praegnabit, rapiesque novem de monte sorores, / Et pariet modulos Echo repetita nepotes. Translation. UPON A EUNUCH-POET. Deem not that thou art barren, though, forlorn, / Thou plunge no sickle in the virgin corn, / And, mateless, hast no part in our sweet curse. / Fame shall be ever pregnant by thy verse; / The vocal Sisters nine thou shalt embrace, / And Echo nurse thy words, a tune

On our ability to know how we think and change how we think

We can't change how others think. "The only book that can actually teach you how to change how others think is a lobotomy manual," wrote Bennett and Bennett. So why would we be able to control how we ourselves think? "You are the one who decides," wrote Anthony Robbins, "how to feel and act based upon the ways you choose to perceive your life. Nothing has any meaning except the meaning we give it. Most of us have turned this process of interpretation on automatic, but we can take that power back and immediately change our experience of the world. * * * You can run your brain as skillfully as Spielberg or Scorsese runs his set." I think that this is not true. Probably we cannot run our brains as a director runs a stage performance. And yet, we can surely influence how we think. Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi made a more qualified statement. Because we can only absorb a finite amount of information, "the information we allow into consciousness bec