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burninggravity · 1 year
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Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.
Rabindranath Tagore, Fireflies (trans.)
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Charles Wright, from "Portrait of the Artist in a Prospect of Stone"
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A Single Man (2009)
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“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”
— Neil Gaiman
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- Beau Taplin
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burninggravity · 1 year
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Hmm
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Natalie Díaz, from "From the Desire Field", Postcolonial Love Poem
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Natalie Díaz, from “I, Minotaur”, Postcolonial Love Poem
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burninggravity · 2 years
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Oh this…
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Nora Iuga, Modern Poetry in Translation: One Thousand Suns; from 'sam, did you pay the water bill, you kept asking', tr. Diana Manole & Adam J. Sorkin
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burninggravity · 2 years
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Palace Atrium (by the snail and the cyclops)
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burninggravity · 2 years
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some wounds must be cauterized
I’m trying to be here with the busboys of reality, scrubbing the earth like dishes. Trimming the hegemony with guillotines if necessary. Necessity of knowing how to operate a weapon like language. You need to know words mean things. Language is a weapon as much as it is a portal for healing. Sometimes, healing is not what we need.
— Angel Dominguez, from “[Dear Diego],” Desgraciado
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burninggravity · 2 years
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There are worse things than not receiving love. There are sadder stories than this. There are species going extinct, and a planet warming. I told myself: who are you to complain, you with these frivolous extracurricular needs?
CJ Hauser
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burninggravity · 2 years
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tired, but what right do I have
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sigh
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Oregon Coast Highway
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“I want to talk about what happened without mentioning how much it hurt. There has to be a way. To care for the wounds without reopening them. To name the pain without inviting it back into me.”
— Lora Mathis
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burninggravity · 2 years
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Knowing the difference between who to cut off and who to be patient with—is everything
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