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Yes yes yeesss
would anyone be down to actually have an academic group. where we could actually share poetry (either ones of our own creations or ones previously written), share what books we’re currently reading, and perhaps read the same book together. but also we could be best friends and hang out like teenagers do and be f*cking weird.
idk. just a concept...
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I should be allowed into every museum's archives actually
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“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same”
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (1847).
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You go home and invent a story about me, and now you can't separate me from the person you've imagined me to be. You call that, I suppose, being in love; as a matter of fact it's being in delusion.
Virginia Woolf, Night and Day
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Snow and Dirty Rain - Richard Siken
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Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
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Sad and pathetic
Do not recall the faded time
And if this is fate
Present unknown,
If I ever find my way,
Like Theseus in fiery times
The wire was meant,
Ambrosia of gold will quench thirst
My soul.
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But when Kafka said Even in my strong times I wasn't very strong it broke something in me.
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sometimes you just have to read absolute nonsense, shirtless, while blasting classical music.
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Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
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George Sand (Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin) in her letter to Gustave Flaubert dated 27 June 1870, featured in The George Sand-Gustave Flaubert letters
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Richard Siken, I Had a Dream About You
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Leonard Cohen, from Selected Poems
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Marie Howe, The Affliction
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“I love your sad tenderness–”
— Zelda Fitzgerald, from a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald written c. March 1919 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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“You are music / and rivers, palaces, angels, and skies, / an endless rose, infinite and intimate,”
— Jorge Luis Borges, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “The Endless Rose,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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