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Thrive
/THrīv/ v. Grow or develop well or vigorously. Prosper. Flourish. Blossom.
dk-thrive · 34 minutes ago
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Daybreak. 6:21, 6:31, 6:37 am, October 23, 2021. 49° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. (@dkct25 on Instagram) 
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dk-thrive · an hour ago
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But I had told him I wanted to move out. I had told him that I had an image of myself as a bird, folded up in a box, living with him.
Elizabeth Strout, Oh William!: A Novel (Random House, October 19, 2021) 
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dk-thrive · 4 hours ago
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I’m working as fast as I can I can’t stop to use periods / sometimes I draw straight lines on the page because the words are too slow.
C.K. Williams, from “Yours,” Poems 1963-1983 (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1988) (via The Vale of Soul-Making)
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dk-thrive · 11 hours ago
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The tectonic layers of our lives rest so tightly one on top of the other that we always come up against earlier events in later ones, not as matter that has been fully formed and pushed aside, but absolutely present and alive. I understand this. Nonetheless, I sometimes find it hard to bear.
Bernhard Schlink, The Reader (‎Vintage, May 1, 2001)
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dk-thrive · 15 hours ago
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There is nothing more energizing than joy; nothing more tiring than anxiety.
Nicolas Truong, Les penseurs de l’intime, ed. (Editions de l'Aube, August 19, 2021)
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dk-thrive · 18 hours ago
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The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth, it can lie down like silk breathing or toss havoc shoreward; it can give gifts or withhold all; it can rise, ebb, froth like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can sweet-talk entirely. As I can too, and so, no doubt, can you, and you.
Mary Oliver, from “The Poet Compares Human Nature to the Ocean From Which We Came (via Alive on All Channels)
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dk-thrive · 22 hours ago
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and so, no doubt, can you, and you
The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth, it can lie down like silk breathing or toss havoc shoreward; it can give
gift or withhold all; it can rise, ebb, froth like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can sweet-talk entirely. As I can too,
and so, no doubt, can you, and you.
—  Mary Oliver, from “The Poet Compares Human Nature to the Ocean From Which We Came” in A Thousand Mornings (via Alive on All Channels)
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dk-thrive · a day ago
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Daybreak. 7:02 to 7:21 am, October 22, 2021. 60° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. (@dkct25 on Instagram) 
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dk-thrive · a day ago
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by falling into the good, the true, and the beautiful
Strangely, all of life’s problems, dilemmas, and difficulties are now resolved not by negativity, attack, criticism, force, or logical resolution, but always by falling into a larger “brightness”—by falling into the good, the true, and the beautiful—... All you have to do is meet one such shining person and you know that he or she is surely the goal of humanity.
—  Richard Rohr, Adapted from Falling Upward: A Spirituality for the Two Halves of Life, pp. 124-125 (via Alive on All Channels)
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dk-thrive · a day ago
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Was I, a grown man, really standing there in the woods asking God for a sign?
I wanted meaning in my life. But I couldn’t believe in something I didn’t believe in. I couldn’t just plunge in and hope something out there would gather me up, quite simply because I didn’t believe there was anything out there. I paused and stared ahead… “God, give me a sign!” I said into the air. Did I really say that? I asked myself in the very next instant. Was I, a grown man, really standing there in the woods asking God for a sign?
— Karl Ove Knausgaard, The Morning Star: A Novel. (Martin Aitken, Translator.) (Penguin Press, September 28, 2021) 
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dk-thrive · a day ago
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What I want is the other world in this world. What I want is the way up and the way down, the way in and the way out. What I want is the poem that rears up like a mythic creature from the dark place of origins, only to transform into the holy, unrepeatable faces of the living. What I want is the mythic wings still thrumming inside them.
Joseph Fasano, from “Supernovae and Dark Stars: Some Notes on Universality in the Lyric Poem,” American Poet (no. 50, Spring/Summer 2016)
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dk-thrive · a day ago
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Hide me from this battle with words.
Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from Extracting The Stone of Madness: Poems 1962-1972 ; “Destructions”
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dk-thrive · a day ago
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Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
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dk-thrive · a day ago
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Why did the world become unsettled? What tormented it? What was on its mind?
Karl Ove Knausgaard, The Morning Star: A Novel. (Martin Aitken, Translator.) (Penguin Press, September 28, 2021) 
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dk-thrive · 2 days ago
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Daybreak. 6:44, 6:50 & 6:59 am, October 20, 2021. 53° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. (@dkct25 on Instagram) 
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dk-thrive · 2 days ago
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Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from Extracting The Stone of Madness: Poems 1962-1972
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dk-thrive · 2 days ago
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“A poet circles around something, corners it with language and rhythm, but this cornered thing cannot be captured with language. So, I often find myself in the same corner, always one word away from capturing the thing that cannot be captured. Honestly, I wish I could just keep quiet.”
— Valzhyna Mort, from “Interview: Valzhyna Mort – “a spilling voice””, published in the Poetry Society, Autumn 2020
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