#linda hogan

[typewriter-worries]

I'll Eat You Up, I Love You So

A Primer For the Small Weird Loves, Richard Siken | The Embrace II, Ron Hicks | Henry and June: From “A Journal of Love,” The Unexpurgated Diary (1931-1932) of Anaïs Nin, Henry Miller (@theoptia) | the night belongs to lovers, Ilaria Ratti | Dark. Sweet.: New & Selected Poems, Linda Hogan (@feral-ballad) | Intimacy, Angelica Alzona | Shame is an Ocean I Swim Across, Mary Lambert (@synbeam) | The Kiss, Edvard Munch | Summer Morn in New Hampshire, Claude McKay

#richard siken #ron hicks #henry miller #linda hogan #angelica alzona #mary lambert #edvard munch #claude mckay #webweaving #web weaving #dark academia #classic academia #light academia #poetry #literature

[feral-ballad]

Linda Hogan, from Dark. Sweet.: New & Selected Poems; “Sweetness"

[Text ID: “I want to do it too, / take in all the sweet life caught inside this world.”]

#linda hogan #healing #excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #fragments #selections #words #quotes #typography #poetry collection

[lillyli-74]

I am from a world of secrets like prison doors that never open.

~Linda Hogan

#gif #linda hogan

[undinesea]

and in the end when the shadow from the ground enters the body and remains, in the end, you might say, This is myself still unknown, still a mystery.

Linda Hogan, “Inside” from Rounding the Human Corners 

#linda hogan #poetry

[llovelymoonn]

linda hogan rounding the human corners: "the way in"

kofi

#linda hogan #the way in #rounding the human corners #quotes #poetry #poem #poems #poet

[dk-thrive]

to be a tree drinking the rain

To be held by the light was what I wanted, to be a tree drinking the rain,

—  Linda Hogan, from “To Be Held,” Dark. Sweet.: New & Selected Poems (Coffee House Press, July 15, 2014) (via The Vale of Soul Making)

#Linda Hogan #tree #soak #sponge #light

[poetry-rivers]

There is nothing more innocent than the still-unformed creature I find beneath soil, neither of us knowing what it will become in the abundance of the planet. It makes a living only by remaining still in its niche. One day it may struggle out of its tender pearl of blind skin with a wing or with vision leaving behind the transparent.

I cover it again, keep laboring, hands in earth, myself a singular body. Watching things grow, wondering how a cut blade of grass knows how to turn sharp again at the end. This same growing must be myself, not aware yet of what I will become in my own fullness inside this simple flesh.

Linda Hogan, "Innocence"

#linda hogan #poem #poetry #innocence #wonder #growth

[red-ibis-red]

I want to go to the beautiful world Where we loved even the spiders.

—Linda Hogan, Indios

#linda hogan #lit

[dispactke]

"Some of the younger people made fun of her. They were embarrassed by the old ways and believed the old people were superstitious. They were forward-thinking young people and those of them who still planted corn replaced the corn ceremony with chemical fertilizer. But after a few weeks, Belle's corn began to germinate and push upward while their fields remained bare, except for an occasional weed."

--- from Linda Hogan's Mean Spirit

#linda hogan #Mean Spirit #osage nation #osage

[nibelmundo]

Walking, I can almost hear the redwoods beating. And the oceans are above me here, rolling clouds, heavy and dark. It's winter and there is smoke from the fires. The square, lighted windows of houses are fogging over. It is a world of elemental attention, of all things working together, listening to what speaks in the blood. Whichever road I follow, I walk in the land of many gods, and they love and eat one another. Walking, I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.

Linda Hogan, Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World (1995, 159)

#linda hogan #words #quotes

[spoke9]

Walking with My Father | Linda Hogan

–Chickasaw poet In the dark evening, my father and I walk down the road to the old house where my grandmother lived, and we see through the door an old woman's feet lifted up, tired, on a footstool, still in her thick stockings, the feet with legs and stockings looking just like Grandma's after bearing nine children who lived, standing, working all day, the kind of woman who made stacks of…

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#Linda Hogan #native american heritage month #native american heritage month 2023 #native poets #Poem #poet #Poetry

[jayselegy]

“I only return to the way people wanted to touch the fawn and these wolves. Something wild must hold such sway over the imagination that we can’t tear ourselves away from any part of wilderness without in some way touching it.”

- Linda Hogan, “Deify the Wolf”, from Dwellings

#this book is amazing and i highly recommend it #linda hogan #dwellings #indigenous writers #wolves #quotes

[feral-ballad]

Linda Hogan, from Dark. Sweet.: New & Selected Poems; “Watch me"

[Text ID: “I am done with weeping. / The bones of this body say, dance.”]

#linda hogan #weeping #bones #body #dance #sadness #excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #fragments #selections #words #quotes #typography #poetry collection

[herecomesoberon]

October Wrap-Up

The Opposite of a Person: 3 stars

The Stranger: 4 stars

Klara and the Sun: 3 stars (cute with a devastating ending)

Solar Storms: 4 stars

Borrowed Time: 4.5 stars (!!!)

In the Dream House: 4 stars

Suggestions for November?

#english major #herecomesoberon #english #literature #current read #books #ingeborg bachmann #linda hogan #kazuo ishiguro #carmen maria machado #albert camus #lieke marsman

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

The Sandhills By Linda Hogan The language of cranes we once were told is the wind. The wind is their method, their current, the translated story of life they write across the sky. Millions of years they have blown here on ancestral longing, their wings of wide arrival, necks long, legs stretched out above strands of earth where they arrive with the shine of water, stories, interminable language of exchanges descended from the sky and then they stand, earth made only of crane from bank to bank of the river as far as you can see the ancient story made new [poetry foundation]

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#poem #poetry #The Sandhills #Linda Hogan #birds #poetry foundation #cranes #Sandhill

[poemmedicine]

To Be Held

Linda Hogan

To be held by the light was what I wanted, to be a tree drinking the rain, no longer parched in this hot land. To be roots in a tunnel growing but also to be sheltering the inborn leaves and the green slide of mineral down the immense distances into infinite comfort and the land here, only clay, still contains and consumes the thirsty need the way a tree always shelters the unborn life waiting for the healing after the storm which has been our life.

#poem #poetry #linda hogan #to be held