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awkward-sultana · 2 years

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Burning Your Boats The Collected Short Stories, Black Venus, Angela Carter / Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery / Unknown / Tell Me No Secrets, Joy Fielding / Stop the World and Get Off, Peggy Toney Horton / Grief, Barbera Crooker / Unknown / A Room of One’s Own, Virginia Woolf / Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery / William Stanley Merwin / Maurice, E. M. Forster / Dear Would be Wife, Gala Mukomolova / Unknown / Anne of Avonlea, L.M. Montgomery / Anvita Bhogadi / Peace Like a River, Leif Enger / Unknown / Unknown / The Witch of Blackbird Pond, Elizabeth George Speare / @honeytuesdy / October, Robert Frost / The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot / Georgia Grace / Alexander Smith / Unknown / Insta: sarahkjp

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shadowseductress · 7 months

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"October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy."

- Angela Carter

"You love October most of all, how there is no word for so much splendor."

- Eric Gamalinda, from 'The Opposite of Nostalgia'

"October is a thick and hollow bone. There are cracks down the length of it. There is ache when it rains."

Dear Would-be Wife, Gala Mukomolova

#october #october mood #October post

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730skull · 2 years

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october is coming…here’s to my favorite month

october, mary oliver // straw house, straw dog, richard siken // october, robert frost // dear would-be wife, gala mukomolova // anne with an e (2017) // tuck everlasting (2002) // new and collected poems, czeslaw milosz

#ummmm #i LOVE octop #BER #just waiting for halloween season. might do something crazy and go outside…dilly dally in the rain hopefully #i rewatch halloweentown and make paper bats out of construction paper to hang from my kitchen cabinets #i reread franny and zooey! hooray for literature #(i stay in bed all day and do not move for eternity #or until it starts snowing and i can start on the paper snowflakes and make a snowman out of cotton balls #i love seasons! i love weather!#i mean #anyways #october #fall season #what the fuck do i tag this as #this is for my two followers; u kno who u r #love you gusy :(

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sixtyfivehundredinvisiblebirds · 4 months

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What I read in 2023

2023 Either/Or- Elif Batuman Arcadia- Lauren Groff The Buddha in the Attic- Julie Otsuka Monsters- Claire Dederer Also a Poet: My father, Frank O’Hara and me- Ada Calhoun Bodywork- Melissa Febos Vanishing Fleece- Clara Parkes The Idiot- Elif Batuman Syllabus- Lynda Barry The Women’s House of Detention- Hugh Ryan Saving Time- Jenny Odell Sag Harbor- Colson Whitehead (re-read, very happily) All Night Pharmacy- Ruth Madievsky Moby Dick- Herman Melville Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow- Gabrielle Zevin Mare’s Nest- Holly Mitchell Lima :: Limón- Natalie Scenters-Zapico Heliopause- Heather Christle The Changeling- Victor LaValle The Secret History- Donna Tartt Punks: New and Selected Poems- John Keene Eyes Bottle Dark with a Mouthful of Flowers- Jake Skeets Togetherness- Wo Chan Soundmachine- Rachel Zucker Superdoom- Melissa Broder Philomath- Devon Walker-Figueroa Exiles of Eden- Ladan Osman NSFW- Isabel Kaplan Junk- Tommy Pico Draw Me After- Peter Cole O- Zeina Hashem Beck The Interestings- Meg Wolitzer Civil Service- Claire Schwartz My Education- Susan Choi Without Protection- Gala Mukomolova Mothman Apologia- Robert Wood Lynn A Nail the Evening Hangs On- Monica Sok The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On- Franny Choi Space Struck- Paige Lewis The Underground Railroad- Colson Whitehead Bliss Montage- Ling Ma Our Spoons Came from Woolworths- Barbara Comyns Garments Against Women- Anne Boyer Don’t Let Me Be Lonely- Claudia Rankine (reread) Present Tense Machine- Gunnhild Øyehaung, tr. Sophie Hughes Celestia- Manuele Fior, tr. Jamie Richards Night Bus- Zuo Ma, tr. Orion Martin Nightbitch- Rachel Yoder Boundless- Jillian Tamaki Your black friend and other strangers- Ben Passmore Library of Small Catastrophes- Alison C. Rollins Nerd: Adventures in fandom from this universe to the multiverse- Maya Phillips Desperate Characters- Paula Fox The Bird King- G. Willow Wilson Alienation- Inés Estrada The Anti-Racist Writing Workshop- Felicia Rose Chavez The Year of Blue Water- Yanyi Pale Colors in a Dark Field- Carl Phillips I Remember- Joe Brainard Manywhere- Morgan Thomas Obit- Victoria Chang Memorial- Brian Washington Girlhood- Melissa Febos Hot and Bothered: what no one tells you about menopause- Jancee Dunn

#what i read #2023

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intothewildsstuff · 6 months

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November 2023 Tarotscopes – The Moon Studio

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idkinsertfanreferencehere · 10 months

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Our People Don’t Believe In Tears, by Alina Pleskova

OUR PEOPLE DON'T BELIEVE IN TEARS

for Gala Mukomolova

I pull the Death card & you go Know what this means? not unkindly Something crucial about living keeps grazing me by inches. No grip on my future. As we say, nu i chto? As we say other times, & so what?Our people toast relentlessly to health, don't fall for anyone's easy grin. We learn guarded early. In certain company, I'm cowed. I hollow out, for ease of relations. My parents never knew Marina loved Sophia until they heard it on the radio, decades after the poet's death. Things were complicated then, they said. You couldn't just live as yourself. At Riis with you, tits out & facing heavenward, I regard my debts to our legion. In every direction, bodies gleam unrepentant, however they present. To be legible is a release. Someone's hairdye trails fuchsia wake across the water. Someone chugs rum on the sandbar. Someone dares leather in rippling heat. Everyone believes in disco. Bliss takes a day-sized bite. We're no longer there or then, yet: Yelena Grigoryeva will be murdered in St. Pete tomorrow. For living as herself & loudly. Tomorrow, we will make blini from my babushka's recipe & lament over our split culture. Jokes cut with our first tongue, the one that tends toward withholding. My parents never knew I loved ___. Occasionally, my mother asks if therapy is working. Our people prefer their tea & humor darker. Where were you when you first realized how many more of us exist? I was here, now, waiting dimly for my undoing.

-Alina Pleskova

#Crying sobbing screaming #Poetry

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loveisfounddeepbelow · 2 years

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Gala Mukomolova, "Return"

#poetry #words #return #passed on through generations

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thegirlthatcriesacademia · 3 years

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I have been younger in October than in all the months of spring.

Elizabeth George Speare, The Witch of Blackbird Pond // Autumn Stone Hide by Rich Fotia // @oamul // Carol Bishop Hipps // L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables // Gala Mukomolova, Dear Would-be Wife // Leif Enger, Peace Like A River // Cozy October Illustration by tubiks.arts on dribbble // HenryWard Beecher // Ghost in the Pumpkins Patch by Katherine Blower // Joy Fielding // W. S. Merwin

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septemberkisses · 3 years

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October is a thick and hollow bone.

There are cracks down the length of it.

There is ache when it rains.

— Gala Mukomolova, from Dear Would be Wife

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darkacademiaquotes · 4 years

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"October is a thick and hollow bone. There are cracks down the length of it. There is ache when it rains."

-Gala Mukomolova, Dear Would-be Wife

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bibliomancyoracle · 3 years

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What was it like to be cared for? Sometimes, knowing what won’t be enough is enough.

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from “You have a Russian soul, Polina insists” by Gala Mukomolova

#Gala Mukomolova #bibliomancy

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artfully-wayward · 4 years

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"October is a thick and hollow bone. There are cracks down the length of it. There is ache

when it rains."

— Gala Mukomolova, Dear Would-Be Wife, from The James Franco Review (2016)

#quotes #literature #poetry #dark academia #quote #words #lit #text #prose #writing #reading #october #autumn #gala mukomolova

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the-final-sentence · 3 years

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Squeez’d from goblin fruits for you, goblin pulp and goblin dew.

Gala Mukomolova, from “But, like, where is the body?”

#Gala Mukomolova #But like where is the body?

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itsmegallene · 3 years

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lifeinpoetry · 5 years

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I just want to feel good again Did you know that horses only lie down besides horses they can trust Do you remember Tennessee that rooftop in South Brooklyn how we slow-danced and you breathed free into my ear and I breathed free right into yours?

— Gala Mukomolova, from “Tennessee, I'm thinking about free falling,” published in Peach Mag

#quote #Gala Mukomolova #poetry #Peach Mag #out of my collection #Tennessee I'm thinking about free falling

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bostonpoetryslam · 5 years

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I’m crying, staring down into my plate, thinking on last night—how you called me difficult when you could have called me beautiful. And here it is, beautiful tumbling out my mother’s mouth like bad oil. More and more I imagine my dead body slumped beside me. It feels peaceful.

Gala Mukomolova, “On the Brighton Beach boardwalk,” from Without Protection

#gala mukomolova #poetry #coffee house press #without protection #death

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