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soracities · a month ago
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John Banville, The Sea 
[Text ID: “The past beats inside me like a second heart.”]
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soracities · 9 months ago
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(I am ashamed—but it is useless—I am what I am)
Walt Whitman, from “[Hours Continuing Long, Sore and Heavy-hearted] (Rejected Poems), Leaves of Grass
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soracities · a year ago
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Walt Whitman, ‘Song of Myself’
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Mahmoud Darwish, ‘Mural’
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Adonis, ‘Desert’
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soracities · 4 months ago
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Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch (trans. Gregory Rabassa)
[Text ID: “I’m waiting uselessly for myself.”]
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soracities · 3 months ago
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Reginald Shepherd, “The Friend”
[Text ID: “In the dream I am always posthumous, the sole survivor of myself”]
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soracities · 9 months ago
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and whenever I searched for myself I found others / and whenever I searched for them I found only myself / the stranger.
Mahmoud Darwish, from ‘Mural’, Mural (trans. John Berger & Rema Hammami)
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soracities · 9 months ago
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The me you see isn’t me – I am my ghost.
Mahmoud Darwish, from ‘Mural’, Mural (trans. John Berger & Rema Hammami)
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soracities · 9 months ago
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Stig Dagerman, A Moth to a Flame (Burnt Child) (trans. Benjamin Mier-Cruz)
[Text ID: “It is not true that a burnt child dreads the fire. It is drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It knows that when it goes near it, it will burn itself again. Still, it gets too close.”]
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soracities · 11 months ago
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I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
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soracities · 10 months ago
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I do not know. I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count out the grains that make me what I am.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
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soracities · 9 months ago
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He said: you’re a prisoner, prisoner of yourself and nostalgia.
Mahmoud Darwish, from ‘Mural’, Mural (trans. John Berger & Rema Hammami)
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soracities · a year ago
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“I don’t know what I’m saying. I guess what I mean is that sometimes I don’t know what or who we are. Days I feel like a human being, while other days I feel more like a sound. I touch the world not as myself but as an echo of who I was. Can you hear me yet? Can you read me?”
Ocean Vuong, On Earth Were Briefly Gorgeous: A Novel
“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals
“I have the tongue of some endangered animal. No one can understand me  / anymore.”
Tomye Blount, ‘The Tongue’
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soracities · a year ago
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When I first started writing, I hated myself for being so uncertain, about images, clauses, ideas, even the pen or journal I used. Everything I wrote began with maybe and perhaps and ended with I think or I believe. But my doubt is everywhere, Ma. Even when I know something to be true as bone I fear the knowledge will dissolve, will not, despite my writing it, stay real. I’m breaking us apart again so that I might carry us somewhere else.
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous: A Novel
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soracities · 11 months ago
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whoever you are – I’m leaving / ...the me you see now isn’t me I’m just a ghost.
Mahmoud Darwish, from ‘Mural’, Mural (trans. John Berger & Rema Hammami)
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soracities · 6 months ago
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I hardly exist and if I do exist it's with delicate care.
Clarice Lispector, Água Viva
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soracities · a year ago
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And me? who am I? how have they categorized me? Have they given me a number? I feel numbered, and constricted all over. I barely fit inside myself. I am just a little me, very unimportant.
Clarice Lispector, from “Brasília”, Complete Stories (trans. Katarina Dodson)
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soracities · 11 days ago
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I found intolerable the thought of being known in the way that he seemed to know me. Better than I knew myself. Worse.
John Banville, The Sea
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soracities · 23 days ago
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Odd, how often I see myself like this these days, at a distance, being someone else and doing things that only someone else would do.
John Banville, The Sea
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soracities · 8 months ago
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Walt Whitman, “O Living, Always Dying”, Leaves of Grass
[Text ID: “O me, what I was for years, now dead,”]
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