Ben Ulansey

1 day ago | medium.com | Sara Relli |Ben Ulansey

And what their stories tell us about the complexity of human relationships in New Zealand and elsewhereThe spiral motifs, curvilinear rays, and deeply grooved scars of moko, the traditional Māori facial tattoo, have mythical origins, rooted in the Eastern Polynesian culture and aesthetics that the ancestors of the men and women who became Māori brought with them when they landed on the shores of New Zealand’s North Island.

1 day ago | medium.com | Andreea T. Felciuc |Ben Ulansey

Or just catch me on the right dayI want to be beautiful — the kind that lives forever in mythologies and novels and wet dreams behind closed eyes, like perfume soaked into the fibers of clothing days later. The kind that makes poets and artists shed big, opalescent tears. I don’t want to be cute. I don’t want to be sweet. I want to be beautiful and I want beauty that tilts the world in my favor, making people ache without them knowing why.

1 day ago | walterrhein.substack.com | Walter Rhein |Ben Ulansey

Hello Everyone,I enjoyed this conversation about politics with Ben and Baz. We covered a lot of ground, and sometimes the live format means I don’t express myself as clearly as I’d like. If you have any questions or want clarifications, please leave them in the comments below. My position is to defend all human rights and the Constitution. If I said something that seems to contradict that, I misspoke.

2 days ago | medium.com | Pierz Newton-John |Ben Ulansey

Why we need to restore the concept of wisdom to our public discourseAs Donald Trump passes the hundredth day of his second term, it is difficult to comprehend the vast scope of the damage done in such a short span of time. Climate policies scrapped, science defunded, human rights and the rule of law trampled, insanely self-destructive tariffs imposed, venerable alliances trashed. Perhaps the most disturbing aspect of all this is its obvious foolishness.

2 days ago | medium.com | Ben Ulansey

Has Hogwarts lost its magic? When virtue signals flash like the neon lights of Vegas, it can sometimes slip through the cracks that artists are people, too. They lurk among us, in gyms, coffee shops, and dark alleyways. They vary in form. From notorious transphobes and Twitter creeps to wife beaters and racists, the artist is rarely a perfect specimen. So what then can be said of their art? Separating the artist from their art can spawn real moral dilemmas.