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the truth the dead know, anne sexton // the black saint & the sinner lady & the dead & the truth, morgan parker.
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Jack Gilbert, “Failing and Flying”
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Lacrimosa (2020) - Nicola Samori
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Mary Oliver, ‘north country’
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“Wild Pear Tree” by Kaveh Akbar from Calling A Wolf A Wolf
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“I’m laying in my bed, in my house and all I want to do is go home. This means something different to everybody.”
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When did I become I and the body? When did the two of us separate? ~ Adit Nagrath
1. Warsan Shire | 2. Maïté Grandjouan | 3. Porochista Khakpour | 4. Maïté Grandjouan | 5. Rainer Maria Rilke | 6. Holly Warburton | 7. Ocean Vuong | 8. Hollis Brown Thornton | 9. Ocean Vuong | 10. Laurie Halse Anderson | 11. Hollis Brown Thornton | 12. Richard Siken
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Saeed Jones, How We Fight for Our Lives
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“I write because I have nothing else to do in the world: I was left over and there is no place for me in the world of men. I write because I’m desperate and I’m tired, I can no longer bear the routine of being me and if not for the always novelty that is writing, I would die symbolically every day. But I am prepared to slip out discreetly through the back exit. I’ve experienced almost everything, including passion and its despair. And now I’d only like to have what I would have been and never was.”
— Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star
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“When I saw him look at me with lust, I dropped my eyes but, in glancing away from him, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. And I saw myself, suddenly, as he saw me, my pale face, the way the muscles in my neck stuck out like thin wire. I saw how much that cruel necklace became me. And, for the first time in my innocent and confined life, I sensed in myself a potentiality for corruption that took my breath away.”
— Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber
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Blood drop/cut throat pearl necklace by Hell’s Belle designs.
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