This post was co-authored with Dinah Handel, Digitization Service Manager
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I am thrilled to announce that Ranelle Sharma will be joining the Stanford Libraries as our Facilities Specialist for Maintenance & Security later this month. Under Jacob Cohn’s leadership, Ranelle will coordinate repair and maintenance activities, support the security and building access programs, administer the work request system and maintain our scheduled work calendar among other responsibilities.
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Stanford University Libraries (SUL) and Vabamu Museum of Occupations and Freedom (Vabamu) are pleased to announce that the Stanford-Estonia Exchange Program, centered at Vabamu (Tallinn, Estonia), will be launched on February 1, 2022.
Stan Brakhage (1933-2003) is regarded as one of the most significant figures in the post-war history of experimental filmmaking in the United States. A special one night only triple-play viewing was held last week to celebrate Stan Brakhage, these new acquistions, and the donor, Prof. Margaret Cohen. These silent films are from the Songs cyle (1964-1969) including 23rd Psalm Branch (1966-1967), which is anomalous in its length and content.
Guest blogger : Daniel Koplitz
As I cradle the book in my hands, flecks of its leathered paper-board cover release into the free air. Carried affectionately like dandelion wisps in the summer breeze, the flecks disperse from the margins of their centuries-old home and, fearing nothing, return to the very dust of matter from which they were born. I’m reminded in this seeing and feeling of my own mortality, my impermanent nature. I recognize myself in these flecks, not knowing how or why but that we are undeniably connected.