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“& this is how the street poet dies / not with a bang / but how you came in here wanting / and left wanting more”

— Lydia Eileen, Dog Poems

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“To guide someone through the halls of hell is not the same as love.”

— Gregory Orr, from “When Eurydice Saw Him”

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“These are the dangers of a wound: that the self will be subsumed by it (“personal vanishing point”) or unable to see outside its gravity (“everything led to it”). The wound can sculpt selfhood in a way that limits identity rather than expanding it—that obstructs vision (of other people’s suffering, say) rather than sharpening empathic acuity.”

— Leslie Jamison, The Empathy Exams

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“As members of human society, perhaps the most difficult task we face daily is that of touching one another—whether the touch is physical, moral, emotional or imaginary. Contact is crisis. As the anthropologists say, “Every touch is a modified blow.””

— Anne Carson, Men in the Off Hours

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“They say there is a rift in the human soul which was not constructed to belong entirely to life. Earth asks us to deny this rift, a threat disguised as suggestion— as we have seen in the tale of Persephone which should be read as an argument between the mother and the lover— the daughter is just meat.”

— Louise Glück, Persephone the Wanderer

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“Poetry approached me in that chaos of raw inverted power and leaned over and tapped me on the shoulder, said, “You need to learn how to listen, you need grace, you need to learn how to speak. You’re coming with me.” I did not walk off into the sunset with poetry, or hit the town with a blaze of gunfire with poetry guarding my back. Rather, the journey toward poetry worked exactly as the process of writing a poem. It started from the inside out, then turned back in to complete a movement. And then on and on in the manner of a ripple in water, a song in the air.”

— Joy Harjo, How We Became Human

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“I have flowed, become stagnant, festered, I have fallen from above. Mass, rhythmic, in harmony with my millions of drops, I have rained. I have been earth with the earths. Foaming, humid, I have slept a faceless face down. I have. Had. Lived. Done. Been. All the words that grow before the tip of the tongue, before I reach it. I am a body who has enjoyed creation.”

— Hélène Cixous

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“This beast that rends me in the sight of all, 

This love, this longing, this oblivious thing, 

That has me under as the last leaves fall, 

Will glut, will sicken, will be gone by spring”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, Fatal Interview

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“He has pilfered the small wealth of my body— stormed me and left me aching.“

— Andal, Tam Ukakkum : He has Taken All of my All / Song of the Conch Bangles (tr. by Priya Sarukkai Chabria)

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“His name changed when touched by gravity. Gravity breaking our kneecaps just to show us the sky. We kept saying Yes— even with all those birds. Who would believe us now? My voice cracking like bones inside the radio. Silly me. I thought love was real & the body imaginary.”

— Ocean Vuong, Eurydice

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the song of achilles, madeline miller // howling at the moon, darshana suresh (@januaryhoney​)

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“ix. when the world burned, your mother whispered: you knew, didn’t you? i told you not to love something that will someday die. x. you do not say: i knew, but i was selfish. i am a god. it is my nature.”

— Natalie Wee, Achilles Dreaming (How to Love a Mortal (Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines)

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“Editing becomes the place where the past and present start to connect. When I’m writing, the curiosity pulls me forward. The work gets done when my terror is outpaced by my sense of urgency to speak. When there are good days, I go a little faster than my terror, and there are bad days when my terror beats me, and I’m silent. That’s the negotiation.”

— Ocean Vuong, on being generous in your work

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“leave my death alone you did not lay a hand on this you cannot make it yours”

— Sophokles, from Antigone (tr. Anne Carson)

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“Competition is a patriarchal structure that privileges conquest. The most pivotal thing for me as an artist was to be able to say “no” to those structures in order to say “yes” to the structures I want to create. [......] Competition, prizes and awards are part of a patriarchal construct that destroys love and creativity by creating and protecting a singular hierarchical commodification of quality that does not, ever, represent the myriad successful expressions of art and art making. If you must use that construct, you use it the way one uses public transport. Get on, then get off at your stop and find your people. Don’t live on the bus, and most importantly, don’t get trapped on it.”

— Ocean Vuong, on being generous in your work

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“That long-drawn, wavering howl has, for all its fearful resonance, some inherent sadness in it, as if the beasts would love to be less beastly if only they knew how and never cease to mourn their own condition. There is a vast melancholy in the canticles of the wolves, melancholy infinite as the forest, endless as these long nights of winter and yet that ghastly sadness, that mourning for their own, irremediable appetites, can never move the heart for not one phrase in it hints at the possibility of redemption; grace could not come to the wolf from its own despair, only through some external mediator, so that, sometimes, the beast will look as if he half welcomes the knife that despatches him.”

- Angela Carter, The Company of Wolves

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“My greatest wish for humanity is not for peace or comfort or joy. It is that we all still die a little inside every time we witness the death of another. For only the pain of empathy will keep us human. There’s no version of God that can help us if we ever lose that.”

— Neal Shusterman, Scythe

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