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metamorphesque · 5 months
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Winter Recipes from the Collective Louise Glück
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thensson · 9 months
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On Kisses
Succession 3x7 || The Encounter, by Louise Glück || The Kiss, Auguste Rodin || GPS, Shauna Barbosa || The First Kiss, Salvador Viniegra y Lasso de la Vega || The Kiss, Gustav Klimt || Anita Ofokansi
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i never grew up with you and you're not my waiting room
Marjane Satrapi Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood / unknown / Clementine von Radics / Clementine von Radics / image (unknown) quote (Richard Siken Crush) / Louise Glück from Unpainted Door, "Poems 1962-2012" / unknown / image (unknown) quote (Phoebe Bridgers Moon Song)
i. Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood
[ "What is childhood like? It's a little like dying, a little like being born. Which is to say, it's nothing you can remember, but you know there was blood." ]
ii. unknown
[ Floating cutout of a wolf on a black background. Text surrounds the image. "NOTHING WILL BE LEFT OF ME / BUT A MEMORY / BUT EVEN THAT WILL DIE OFF TOO" ]
iii. Clementine von Radics
[ "Every time a man yells / you are seven years old again / and he is packing that suitcase / once more. Picking you up by the neck, / teaching you obedience. To be soft, / like the belly of a fish / exposed to a knife." ]
iv. Clementine von Radics
[ "When I imagine myself I am barely there." ]
v. Richard Siken, Crush
[ The background image is of two black men standing face to face. The man of the left holds the back of the man on the right's head. They are posed intimately with their foreheads touching. The words are cut out like a collage and placed in the middle of the image. "he / touches / you, / like a / prayer / for which / no / words / exist, / and you / feel / your heart / taking / root / in your / body, / like / you've / discovered / something / you didn't / even / have / a name / for." ]
vi. Louise Glück, Unpainted Door
[ Screenshot of a tumblr post from @/weltenwellen "I remember my childhood as a long wish to be elsewhere." Louise Glück from "Unpainted Door", Poems 1962-2012 ]
vii. unknown
[ "You can never leave home. / You take it with you no matter where you go. Home is between your teeth, under your fingernails, in the hair follicles, in your smile, in the ride of your hips, in the passage of your breasts." ]
viii. Phoebe Bridgers, Moon Song
[ Edited collage. The background image is of a teenage boy laying on a pile of books while his dog lays with it's chin on his neck. The words are cut on paper at the top and bottom of the image. There are silver stars sporadically placed on the image. "so i will wait for the next time you want me / like a dog with a bird at your door" ]
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emiliosandozsequence · 4 months
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'the dream of mourning', descending figure, louise glück
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kitchen-light · 7 months
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Poet Claire Hong shares a memory of Louise Glück on Twitter/X
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ardent-reflections · 9 months
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I could live almost completely in imagination.
Louise Gluck
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averyblackbooks · 24 days
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—Louise Gluck, “End of Winter”
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nope-nora · 8 months
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an ode to summer
Lorde, “Solar Power” | Ocean Vuong, “Because It’s Summer” | J. L. Carr, A Month In The Country | Taylor Swift for 1989 (Taylor’s Version) | Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water | Louise Glück, “Heaven and Earth” | Mary Oliver, “The Pond” | Julia Quinn, Romancing Mister Bridgerton | @butterfly
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rosieofcorona · 7 months
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poems for astarion ✨ snowdrops, louise glück/ fare well, john berryman/ asphodel, that greeny flower, william carlos williams/ a note on the body, danez smith/ a reading from the book of exile, pádraig ó tuama
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bypatia · 1 month
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Language was invented only so that Louise Glück could say, “a woman will return looking for the girl she was”
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gennsoup · 4 months
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It was as dark as it would ever be but then I knew to expect this, the month being December, the month of darkness.
Louise Glück, Winter Recipes from the Collective
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Why love what you will lose? There is nothing else to love.
Louise Gluck, From the Japanese
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thensson · 9 months
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I hear the cicadas in summer nights
Hosho McCreesh || Cicadas, Vincent van Gogh || Vespers, Louise Glück || The Complete Encyclopedia of the Animal World, Oxford Scientific Films || Salmonfly Cicada (Platypedia Areolata), Edward S. Ross || Cicadas, Lisel Mueller || Moths, Jennifer O'Grady || @nevver || The World in the Evening, Rachel Sherwood
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i always imagined this would happen without warning, like suddenly on an ocean cliff side but this is the kind of thing where waiting for the time to be right would just mean waiting forever.
Marya Hornbacher Waiting / @/nihil (on pinterest) / Louise Glück Twilight / Sleeping At Last Eight / unknown / Leila Chatti Postcard from Gone / Marya Hornbacher Waiting
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emiliosandozsequence · 4 months
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'mock orange', the triumph of achilles, louise glück
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kitchen-light · 10 months
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when Rilke, in the famous lines, urges, "we need, in love, to practice only this: / letting each other go. For holding on / comes easily; we do not need to learn it," I cannot help by believe that, for Rilke, letting go was in fact remarkably easy, that holding on, whatever might force engagement with the unmanageable other, was alien.
Louise Glück, from her essay “American Narcissism”, from “American Originality | Essays on Poetry”, Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2017.
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