#sanna wani

[lamentofspring]

all of us strangers (2023), adam & harry / portrait of a boy with grief, wale ayinla / sonnet of the wreath of roses, federico garcia lorca / an oresteia, anne carson / dancing with ghosts, hania rani & patrick wilson / every poem is a child of love, marina tsvetaeva / meditation: my grief, the sun, sanna wani

#web weaving #paul mescal loml #this film absolutely obliterated me #I read the script while watching the film and I had to get up and take walks it was so unbearable #genuinely I can’t do this anymore it destroyed me #I am Adam and I can’t do this anymore #on tenderness #on grief and love #on grief #on love #all of us strangers #paul mescal #andrew scott #adam and harry #sanna wani #wale ayinla #love as tenderness #love as grief #love as tragedy #love as protection #mine

[llovelymoonn]

<3

schuyler peck (@schuylerpeck) can't get enough of my love \\ sanna wani \\ charles oluf olsen goal

kofi

#on self #on identity #comparatives #on life #schuyler peck #sanna wani #charles oluf olsen #mine #my webweaving #webweaving #webweave #web weaving #web weave #webs #web #parallel #parallels #parallelism #compilations #compilation #intertextuality #comparative #ww #wordweaving #word weaving #wordweave #word weave #<3

[havingapoemwithyou]

joy is a promise by Sanna Wani

#Sanna Wani #poetry #poem

[darkacademiaposts]

Pour water over each wound. What about the wound inside me, the wound I was born into? Where do I pour when I am the wound? I am what wounds me.

Sanna Wani, from "Princess Mononoke (1997)", My Grief, the Sun

#sanna wani #princess mononoke

[firstfullmoon]

I wear your ring every day and I feel strange without it but I still don’t call it mine. I think I feel similarly about your loss. I stare at grief and try to call it mine, then feel terrible, then selfish. I stare at your grave and try to pray, then wonder what kind of grief prayer is.  Maybe I should just tell you this. Your son will be getting on a flight tomorrow to go back to an island. He tries his best not to feel lonely without you and I am always, stupidly, trying to love him for you. It is always wrong but never is. I am wearing a necklace your husband gave me for my twenty-first birthday. He emptied your drawers within a week of your passing but hasn’t moved your purse from its place on the shelf since the day we took you to the hospital. I am trying to love them both but I am very bad at it. I am trying to use my whole heart but I am very bad at that too. I wrote this after all. Long-winded, long, winding way of using almost blinding sunsets and grown golden barley just to say, I think of you so often. We miss you so much. 

— Sanna Wani, from “My Grief, the Sun,” in My Grief, the Sun

#i am always stupidly trying to love him for you. it is always wrong but never is #i am trying to use my whole heart but i am very bad at that too #w #poetry #sanna wani #love with no place to go

[lillyli-74]

Sorrow is a promise I make without sense. It sounds like a prayer. It circles my memory.

~Sanna Wani

#sanna wani

[emiliosandozsequence]

ink (2009) dir. jamin winans / my grief, the sun, 'meditation', sanna wani / each crumbling house, melody s. gee / grit: a poetry collection, silas denver melvin / a lover's discourse, roland barthes / on the pulse of morning, maya angelou / march 13, 1915 - franz kafka diaries / you better be lightning, andrea gibson / fyodor dostoevsky / unknown

#ink #ink 2009 #ink movie #jamin winans #sanna wani #silas denver melvin #roland barthes #maya angelou #franz kafka #andrea gibson #fyodor dostoevsky #mine #mww #comparative #comparatives #web weave #web weaves #web weaving #web weavings

[thedepressedkiddo]

Pour water over each wound. What about the wound inside me, the wound I was born into? Where do I pour when I am the wound? I am what wounds me.

Sanna Wani, from "Princess Mononoke (1997)", My Grief, the Sun

#dark aesthetic #dark academia #dark grunge #quotes #dark acadamia quotes #sanna wani #literature #mahmoud darwish #pakistani

[raspberrysgod]

when jeanette winterson wrote “i want to be able to call you. i want to able to knock on your door. i want to able to keep your key and give you mine. i want there to be no gossip. i want to make supper with you. i want to go shopping with you. i want to know noting can come between us expect each other.” and when franz kafka wrote “you clam you haven’t done enough nice things for me, but is there anything nicer, any greater honor you can show me than simply being with me and allowing me to sit in front of you” and when james schuyler said “not to be in love with you i can’t remember what it was like it must’ve been lousy” and when caitlyn siehl “You are making breakfast in every dream that I have of you. You are in the kitchen, your soft middle pressed up against the cold marble countertops like a vision too beautiful for the magazines, sprinkling dark chocolate chips over pancakes. I think for a brief second that I am dreaming inside of my dream, that I had to make you up twice, just to get it right. You, brushing your dark hair out of your face, smearing batter across your cheeks. You have come and made my dreams smaller, narrower. Filled them with sugar and your body humming in the same room as mine. I dream, now, of a normal life with you. A life where breakfast lasts until the sun goes down, until I have finished gazing at you from across the table, flour dried to your forehead like a kiss.” and when sanna wani wrote “I want to eat fruit the same way you eat fruit with your lips not your teeth tongues stained with juice when I smile I want you to smile back wipe the corner of my mouth with your thumb kiss me kiss your thumb show me how fruit tastes in your mouth just a touch different from how it tastes in mine” and when daniel walsh said “I crave the simplest love of you with you. a cold night, warm sheets, and your skin against my own. certainly, that is all I could ever ask for.” and edna st. vincent millay wrote “I am going to make you love me. sweetheart, what I mean is: I want to sit on the edge of your bed while you have your breakfast - i want to laugh with you, be incredibly silly, be incredibly happy, be like children, and I want to kiss you more than anything in the world.”

#on n17 #on love #on yearning #when x said #jeanette winterson #franz kafka #james schuyler #caitlyn siehl #sanna wani #daniel walsh #edna st. vincent millay

[caritasangelus]

on losing the people you love, and coping with it in different forms

cellophane by fka twigs // lately i am trying by sanna wani // sad day by fka twigs // the greatest colors for the emptiest parts of the world by carl phillips // mirrored heart by fka twigs // seafoam knife by @caritasangelus // montage by bares // sculpture by khalil chishtee

#webweaving #web weave #betrayal #fka twigs #sanna wani #poetry #grief #my writing #writing #words #quite frankly i don't think i know how #but we find a way #khalil chishtee #friendship breakups #carl phillips #death #loss #parallels

[dearblvecat]

“tomorrow is a place we are together” — sanna wani

#booklr #book quotes #quotes #sanna wani

[llovelymoonn]

favourite november poems

marilyn chin little girl études

muriel rukeyser the speed of darkness: “poem (i lived in the first century of world wars)”

sanna wani lately i am trying

tory dent collected poems: “the moon and the yew tree”

maya mior re: your listing

marvin bell nightworks: poems 1962-2000: “obsessive”

lauren k. alleyene how could i have known i would need to remember your laughter

charles bernstein with strings: “a test of poetry”

carl phillips this far in

laura wetherington (& hannah ensor) feel piece 4

dean young dear friend

robyn schiff a woman of property: “gate”

margaret de laughter a pantoun

rick barot the flea

elsa gidlow oversoul

carl phillips stop shaking

warsan shire the unbearable weight of staying

manuel arturo abreu klangfarbenmelodie

marianne boruch keats is coughing

evan knoll blood makes the blade holy

risk (@mechanicrisk) my son, the two headed calf

francine sterle nude in winter: “self-portrait as an allegory of painting”

luci tapahonso a radiant curve: “elegy for my younger sister”

matthew sweeney alone

david harsent from “a dream book”

sanna wani tomorrow is a place

rachel blau duplessis: from eurydics: snake

hannah brooks-motl family dollar

matthew olzmann letter beginning with two lines from czesław miłosz

janice lobo sapigao silhouette

kofi

#poetry #poetry list #tbr #marilyn chin #muriel rukeyser #sanna wani #tory dent #maya mior #marvin bell #lauren k. alleyene #lauren k alleyene #lauren alleyene #charles bernstein #carl phillips #laura wetherington #hannan ensor #dean young #robyn schiff #margaret de laughter #rick barot #elsa gidlow #warsan shire #manuel arturo abreu #marianne boruch #evan knoll #mechanicrisk #francine sterle #luci tapahonso #matthew sweeney #david harsent

[havingapoemwithyou]

each step, a hope by Sanna Wani

#Sanna Wani #poetry #poem

[firstfullmoon]

With time, this will become easier to hold because grief is good to us both. Grief says, I hope summer is kinder because grief knows you deserve kindness. Grief weeps when the world does not give it to you. This kind of love is not out of use. Grief is not a useful thing to begin with and neither am I — so here we are, mourning our whole lives. Let’s marvel at our tenacity. We knew from the start. This did not dissuade us. Something inside you said, Reach for the world and you did. There is nothing to do now but run our hands under cold water. No, I am not sorry either. Sorrow is a promise I make without sense. It sounds like a prayer. It circles my memory.

— Sanna Wani, from “Sorrow is a promise,” in My Grief, the Sun

#w #poetry #sanna wani #love with no place to go

[wonderness]

From The Practice of Time by Sanna Wani

#Sanna Wani #poets of color

[laurapalmersighs]

and sometimes she kisses the ankles she gnaws.

#sanna wani