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beaheartdesign
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in this essay i won’t
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Really fucking sad. No words.
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“Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time?”
— John Updike (b. 18 Mar 1932), from Self-Consciousness 
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“a crisp sentence, an arresting metaphor, a witty aside, an elegant turn of phrase are among life’s greatest pleasures…”
— Steven Pinker, The Sense of Style
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Mary Oliver, from “Trilliums,” in Dream Work
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Mary Oliver, from “Stanley Kunitz,” in Dream Work
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Mary Oliver, from “Stanley Kunitz,” in Dream Work
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Rainer Maria Rilke in his letter to Franz Kappus, 16 July 1903, featured in Letters to a Young Poet (translated by Charlie Louth)
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Franz Wright, from “The Hawk,” in God’s Silence
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sometimes i breach the surface of sleep, ermerging from its waters into waking, i find myself carrying a fragment of an unknown song. i do not remember where it is from, or what exactly happened in the dream, but i have these melodies and lyrics inside my head, echoing, echoing.
half-asleep/half-awake i record them, and in the morning when everything is crisp and sober, i listen.
in one recording i sang in slow cadence: “you have hurt too much,” and then hummed the rest;
in another i murmured softly: “to be your safety, not your bad dreams.”
the dreams, these unremembered dreams—they leave songs on the shores on my sleep.
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Happy April 25th
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“April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Sensible Thing
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Joseph Fasano
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Joseph Fasano
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“Sky is omnipresent, even in darkness under the skin.”
— Wislawa Szymborska, from “Sky,” featured in The New Republic, May 25, 1998
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I Am the Beggar of the World: Landays from Contemporary Afghanistan (translated by Eliza Griswold, photographs by Seamus Murphy)
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