I must sleep. Sleep is the mind-healer. Sleep is the big-life that brings total ability to fucking do anything. I will face my bed. I will permit the blankie to pass over me and snores to pass through me. And when sleep has gone past I will turn the outer eye to greet the new morning. When the sleep has gone there will be everything. Energy and will to live will remain.
Audre Lorde to her students during a poetry workshop, as shown in A Litany for Survival: The Life and Work of Audre Lorde (1996) dir. by Ada Gay Griffin and Michelle Parkerson
and I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best my little dove...
absolute solitude: selected poems, dulce maria loynaz (tr. james o'connor) // the glass essay, anne carson // boyish, japanese breakfast // @uglyfruit // yves olade // hunger, harry styles // a not admitting of the wound, emily dickinson // no surprises, radiohead // fourth of july, sufjan stevens
MAY I BURN. MAY YOU SEE IT; DEVOTION THAT SWALLOWS YOU WHOLE
George Bataille // @inbredlamb // Richard Siken Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out // Olga Koroleva with grandfather // unknown // Richard Siken "Planet of Love," Crush // Otto Künzli Ring for two people / Brooch for two people // Ada Limón "The Good Fight," Bright Dead Things // Phoebe Bridgers Scott Street
when olivia rodrigo said “tried so hard to be everything that you like/ just for you to say you’re not the compliment type” and when chappell roan said “And I try to be the chill girl/That holds her tongue and gives you space” and when richard siken said “Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love… it’s like a religion. it’s terrifying. no one will ever want to sleep with you” and when mitski said “So if you need to be mean/Be mean to me” and dodie said “I kissed someone because it's fair/ Oh, do I tell you, would you care?/ So deeply hurt, you beg for who/ Or are you kissing someone too?” and when boygenius said “I came prepared for absolution, if you'd only ask/ So I take some offense when you say, ‘No regrets’” and when girl in red said “So, I'll be willing to let this die, / Able to look you right in the eyes, / Say I'm not your consolation prize” and when
I must create and share it, not for the note counts but for the love of it. Note counting is the joy-killer. Note counting is the little death of creativity that brings total burnout. I will create without care. I will share it online and let the notifications pass by without a sound. And when the hellsite hides my creation, I will let the disappointment pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will turn my eye to the inner truth: that my love for what I created will remain.