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yes my favorite colors are the warm orange of the windows of a house u see on a walk at night and also the deep blue of the night around it

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“I want to live, I say. I don’t want to tell my story. I want to live.”

Rachel Cusk, Aftermath

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Adonis, from Selected Poems; “A Piece of Bahlul’s Sun” (tr. Khaled Mattawa)

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heres something i wrote while i was on a lot of medication

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Mohja Kahf, “Most Wanted”, Hagar Poems

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08.31.21 - Cylinder

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“Take notes on your phone on the way back from your parents’ house. I settle for this. I’m rusty. I’m building back up in a long slow arc: a catcher’s mitt, scuffed and dusty, a beanpole left out to hang. My brown socks have holes. Mom notices. Not in a nice way. Watching the same shows on the same days, conference after conference I see her stay in bed and I come and I go. I get a long train - one I’ve gotten used to, and I feel my innards flake off like paint. I’m in it now. I’ve done it now. I bite my tongue raw. I apologise, though I don’t know what for. I watch my tone. There is nothing in me. Not self-made, but taken care of just the same. When you give and you give and you give and there is nothing in you, you are a host in a home where you haven’t felt at home in years. You pour four glasses of water. The same stuff in new walls straining to fit like an overgrown plant and despite that I cannot believe for the life of me that anything is ever going to feel any different.”

— a mother’s love | ishani jasmin (via ishanijasmin)

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“You want to be brothers-in-arms, to have him to yourself… to be shipwrecked together, (to) perform valiant deeds to earn his admiration, to save him from certain death, to die for him - to die in his arms, like a Spartan, kissed once on the lips… or just run his errands in the meanwhile. You want him to know what cannot be spoken, and to make the perfect reply, in the same language.”

— Tom Stoppard, The Invention of Love  (via finalgirldean)

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I think I have been watching peonies unfurl, day by day, into the alien, ruffled semblance of jellyfish. I am captivated—by you. What’s real? I ask myself all the time. Something so impermanent coils around my fingertips, just the tips; this could be gone tomorrow. I don’t think you can convince me that things happen for a reason, but there are some moments that stack together so nicely…perfused organs, are you coming? I wonder how you blossom.

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Elaine Castillo, America Is Not The Heart Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit Ijeoma Umebinyuo, ‘Confessions’, Questions for Ada Mohamad Hafez, Baggage series Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited Anne Carson, ‘The Glass Essay’, Glass, Irony, and God Margaret Atwood, ‘November’, You Are Happy Richard Siken, ‘Boot Theory’, Crush

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love is sweet poison: atticus / the wicked king - holly black / love slowly kills - adrian borda / fresco / romeo & juliet act 5 scene 3 - william shakespeare / the death of sophonisba - giambattista pittoni / seerat / the aeneid - virgil

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generational love and pain

@cursedsuggestion // “four generations of women braiding each other’s hair” mural in longmount, colorado // “questions for ada” ijeoma umebinyuo // @seravph // rupi kaur “descendants” // terry moore // edmund keeley // natalie erika james “life of generations” // mitch albom // www.bethanywebster.com // “nothing can extinguish me”

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fathers and sons

“ivan the terrible and his son ivan” ilya repin // “otherwise pt. I” jide-kun // criminal minds // “son of the nuclear a-bomb” // eula biss // van rijn “sacrifice of issac” (1635) // fantastic bastards, death spells // ocean vuong “prayer for the newly damned”

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mark doty // jorge luis borges // salman toor // emery allen // margaret atwood // mead schaeffer // howard pyle // the fratellis // flyte // john keats // wisława szymborska

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ON HISTORY, COLLECTIVE MEMORY, HUMANITY, AND FORGETTING: 1. for lack of a better word / 2. history repeating / 3. the cult of memory: when history does more harm than good, david rieff / 4. landscape with several small fires, richard siken / 5. francesco guccini / 6, 7. forgetting or remembering: how to deal with history, i̇brahim kalın / 8. history, memory and forgetting: political implications, maria paula nascimento araújo and myrian sepúlveda dos santos (translated by sheena caldwell) / 9. blue lily, lily blue, maggie stiefvater

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None of this is metaphor:

I know my time is short  & if you say a thing, I’ll mean it. Here’s a list of flowers in no order: queen anne’s lace; bog cotton; goldenrod; alkanet; arctic bladderpod; speedwell; henbit deadnettle; dog rose, & whatever else is in a name. & if I know a spot  you’ll have to name it; you’ll need to let my voice into your head:  later tonight          a black lake will get under your skin & you will look  & you’ll be touched inside with light by dreaming waves. You’ll be alone, except for all the ones you carry. & having caught the shoulder of the sun in every symmetry of space, the daytime moon is like Australia— about as wide across; a place you’d like to visit  but not live. * * * Written March 2021.