— Ocean Vuong, Reasons for Staying
[text ID: Because this mess I made I made with love.]
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Ocean Vuong, from Daily Bread, Night Sky with Exit Wounds
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some nights you are the lighthouse / some nights the sea
Ocean Vuong, from ‘My Father Writes From Prison’, Night Sky With Exit Wounds
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"a lot of very touching songs came out of that war"
On Wars, Music and Christmas
Sabaton "Christmas Truce" // M*A*S*H "Dear Sis" // Ocean Vuong "Aubade with Burning City" // M*A*S*H "Dr Pierce and Mr Hyde"
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August 1st Today is the first day of August. Sniff. July is over. I got up this morning at 6:30. I don’t know why. The dew was very thick and beautiful. All white. Now, however, the sun is out. The sky is blue. And it is going to be a beautiful day. [...]
August 1st Yesterday was not the first day of August. Today is. A free day. Bill and I tried to collaborate this morning but it didn’t work out. [...]
Aug. 3rd Actually I am not sure if today is the 3rd or not. It might be the 4th or the 5th. It really doesn’t matter. [...]
1. The poem present only in a letter Dickinson had sent to Higginson in August 1877, that Popova imagines to have been possibly written having witnessed the eclipse on September 29, 1875:
It sounded as if the streets were running— /And then—the streets stood still—/ Eclipse was all we could see at the Window/ And Awe—was all we could feel. / By and by—the boldest stole out of his Covert/ To see if Time was there/ Nature was in her Opal Apron—/ Mixing fresher Air.
2. Asaph Hall was about to give up his frustrating search for a Martian moon one August night in 1877, but his wife Angelina urged him on. He discovered Deimos (pic 1 below) the next night, and Phobos (pic 2 below) six nights after that. (x)
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Joe Brainard, Dairy 1969 | Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway, 1925 | Mary Oliver, August, 1993 | Vincent van Gogh, Sorrowing Old Man (At Eternity's Gate), 1890 | Maria Popova, Figuring, 2019 | Ocean Vuong, Night Sky With Exit Wounds, 2016 | Taylor Swift, August, 2020
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Spilled orange juice all over the table this morning. Sudden sunlight
I couldn't wipe away.
My hands were daylight all through the night.
Ocean Vuong, Notebook Fragments. ( from Night Sky with Exit Wounds )
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I don’t know / desire other than the need / to be shattered & / rebuilt
Ocean Vuong, from “My Father Writes From Prison”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds
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& so what—if my feathers
are burning. I
never asked for flight.
Ocean Vuong, “Devotion” from Night Sky With Exit Wounds
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when ocean vuong said the cruelest walls are made of glass and when louis tomlinson said its an old curse, dreamers diving head first, broken beaks and dead birds can’t get through the glass
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