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why do you think it's so common for writers to insert themselves into their stories?

I don't know.

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ANDREW SCOTT Sunday Times Style | ph. Ward Ivan Rafik

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Solar Eclipse, Japan 1887

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denish basumatary

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national poetry month, day 22

Shadows

Everyone knows the great energies running amok cast terrible shadows, that each of the so-called senseless acts has its thread looping back through the world and into a human heart. And meanwhile the gold-trimmed thunder wanders the sky; the river may be filling the cellars of the sleeping town. Cyclone, fire, and their merry cousins bring us to grief—but these are the hours with the old wooden-god faces; we lift them to our shoulders like so many black coffins, we continue walking into the future. I don’t mean there are no bodies in the river, or bones broken by the wind. I mean everyone who has heard the lethal train-roar of the tornado swears there was no mention ever of any person, or reason—I mean the waters rise without any plot upon history, or even geography. Whatever power of the earth rampages, we turn to it dazed but anonymous eyes; whatever the name of the catastrophe, it is never the opposite of love.

—Mary Oliver

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Introduction to The Iliad, Emily Wilson

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national poetry month, day 10

My Dead Friends I have begun, when I’m weary and can’t decide an answer to a bewildering question to ask my dead friends for their opinion and the answer is often immediate and clear. Should I take the job? Move to the city? Should I try to conceive a child in my middle age? They stand in unison shaking their heads and smiling—whatever leads to joy, they always answer, to more life and less worry. I look into the vase where Billy’s ashes were— it’s green in there, a green vase, and I ask Billy if I should return the difficult phone call, and he says, yes. Billy’s already gone through the frightening door, whatever he says I’ll do. —Marie Howe

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Eclipse of the Sun in Venice in July 8, 1842 by Ippolito Caffi.

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Small collection  -  Sven Kroner , 2023.

German, b.  1973  -  

Acrylic on canvas,  110 x 90 cm.

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A Constant Hum (found in a derelict factory)

#ghosts