You write constellations in my heart. Every touch of your hands a prickpoint of light that guides my way in the dark.
e.v.e.
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Alice Te Punga Somerville, Always Italicise: How to Write While Colonised - Kupu rere kē
[ID: A poem titled: Kupu rere kē. [in italics] My friend was advised to italicise all the foreign words in her poems. This advice came from a well-meaning woman with NZ poetry on her business card and an English accent in her mouth. I have been thinking about this advice. The convention of italicising words from other languages clarifies that some words are imported: it ensures readers can tell the difference between a foreign language and the language of home. I have been thinking about this advice. Marking the foreign words is also a kindness: every potential reader is reassured that although you're expected to understand the rest of the text, it's fine to consult a dictionary or native speaker for help with the italics. I have been thinking about this advice. Because I am a contrary person, at first I was outraged — but after a while I could see she had a point: when the foreign words are camouflaged in plain type you can forget how they came to be there, out of place, in the first place. I have been thinking about this advice and I have decided to follow it. Now all of my readers will be able to remember which words truly belong in -[end italics]- Aotearoa -[italics]- and which do not.
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“Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; You have a right to be here.”
— Max Ehrmann
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You are what my heart desires, and what my lips ache to taste, what my hands want to touch with every emotion that burns in them. I close my eyes and feel you reach out to me. You are the tremor that runs on my skin, the moan my throat can't contain, the aching that makes me release all the raging passion in me.
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Richard Gadd in Baby Reindeer (2024)
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Μικρού δ’ αγώνος ου μέγα έρχεται κλέος.
Sophocles
Little effort will not bring much glory.
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