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dead-poetsblog · 1 year
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You cut through me like lightening
And cut me in half,
A half that loves you..
And half that is in agony for the half that loves you.
— Anonymous
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I have lived through all ages. It’s as if I have existed thousands of years. My luggage is worn out and I am exhausted from my adventures.
Nizar Qabbani, tr. by Nayef al-Kalali, from Republic of Love: Selected Poems; “Painting With Words”
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dead-poetsblog · 1 year
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work song by hozier / mahmoud darwish
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— Mahmoud Darwish, Another Road in the Road
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dead-poetsblog · 2 years
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I Will not Let me Fall
Letters to a Young Poet, Rainer Maria Rilke// Kim Cogan// "Self Injury", Allie Long// Backwards, Warsan Shire// Annie Remich// "The Sun is Still Apart of me", Jennifer Willough// Sylvia Plath// Monica Luniak// On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong//
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dead-poetsblog · 2 years
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When Haruki Murakami wrote:
"No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself. It’s like your shadow. It follows you everywhere."
And when he wrote:
"No matter how far you run. Distance might not solve anything."
I realised maybe running away ain't the answer.
Haruki Murakami, After the Quake // Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the shore
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dead-poetsblog · 2 years
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Burning & bleeding in love
Anna de Noailles, Dazzled Precise // unknown // Daniel Blokh, What fire trucks stop for and what they don't // unknown // unknown // Ocean voung // Colette, On Tour
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I am so tired i don't feel like a human anymore.
Sue Zhao // Clarice Lispector, tr. by Johnny Lorenz, Um Sopro de Vida // Unknown // Lyric Hunter, from "A Garden," Swallower // John Keats, in a letter to Charles Brown // Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath // Franz kafka, Letters to Milena
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"Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them."
—Nikita Gill
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dead-poetsblog · 2 years
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"Girls love each other like animals. There is something ferocious and unself-conscious about it. We don't guard ourselves like we do with boys. No one trains us to shield our hearts from each other. With girls, it's total vulnerability from the beginning. Our skin is bare and soft. We love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. It's feral. And it's relentless."
—Leah Raeder, Black Iris
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dead-poetsblog · 2 years
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"I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person."
—Franz Kafka
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dead-poetsblog · 2 years
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"Hurt an artist, and you'll see masterpieces of what you've done."
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"Poetry is what happens when your mind stops working, and for a moment, all you do is feel."
—Atticus
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dead-poetsblog · 2 years
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"Before you die, experience the love of a writer, poet or painter.
If you're lucky enough to be an artist's muse, they will immortalise you."
—Soledad Francis
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dead-poetsblog · 2 years
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I blame poetry for my eternal misery, books for my unreal expectations & music for my unhealing soul.
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But at the same time, I crave them because I am nothing without them, nothing but mere flesh & bones.
—deadpoetsblog
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"I am made up of words. Ugly words that have been stitched together to make sense, but instead they fold themselves to form poetry."
—deadpoetsblog
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Poetry is the destruction & resurrection of my soul.
—deadpoetsblog
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