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πππ πππππ’ ππ π°πππΜπ π½ππ π·πΏπΆπΉ-π·πΏπ½π½
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musings on sunflowersΒ Β
Sunflowers, Vincent van Gogh /Β DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW, Noor Hindi Β Β
ΛΛΛβΛΛΛ Β Β
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October Poem,Β Ryuichi Tamura (η°ζιδΈ)Β (tr. Samuel Grolmes)Β
[text ID: October is my Empire / My delicate hands control things to be lost]Β
ΛΛΛβΛΛΛ Β
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πππ π³ππππππ πΎπ π΅ππππ£ πΊππππ, π·πΏπ·πΆ -π·πΏπ·πΉ
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βIβm not afraid of dying. Pieces of me die all the time.β
β Sage Francis
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Aria Aber, from Hard Damage; βRilke and Iβ
[Text ID: βWhether you want it or not, in you sleeps a woman of war,β]
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β Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.]
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Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; βWhat I couldnβt explain via textβ
[Text ID: βI still donβt know how / to love someone / without swallowing them.β]
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[ID. October 4. I feel restless and vicious. Yesterday, before falling asleep, I had a flickering, cool little flame up in the left side of my head. The tension over my left eye has already settled down and made itself at home. When I think about it, it seems to me that I couldnβt hold out in the office even if they told me that in one month Iβd be free. And most of the time in the office I do what I amΒ supposed to, am quite calm when I can be sure that my boss is satisfied, and do not feel that my condition is dreadful. By the way, last night I purposely made myself dull, went for a walk, read Dickens, then felt a little better and had lost the strength for sorrow. I still regarded the sorrow as justified but it seemed to have withdrawn somewhat, I looked at it from a distance and therefore hoped for better sleep. It was a little deeper too, but not enough, and often interrupted. I told myself, as consolation, that I had indeed once more repressed the great agitation in me but that I did not wish to succumb at once, as I had always done in the past after such occasions; rather, I wished to remain entirely conscious to the final flutterings of that agitation, which I had never done before. Perhaps in this way I would find hidden steadfastness in myself. END ID]
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BrenΓ© Brown, The Gifts of Imperfection
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Octavio Paz, tr. by Eliot Weinberger, from βLetter of Testimonyβ, The Poems of Octavio Paz
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Rainer Maria Rilke in a letter to Lou Andreas-SalomΓ©, published in Rilke and Andreas-SalomΓ©: A Love Story in Letters
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βAnd I feel as I always do that Autumn is loveliest of all. There is such a sharpness with the sweetnessββ
β Katherine Mansfield, in a letter to Dorothy Brett, dated August 29, 1921
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βOn Love, Marina Tsvetaeva
[text ID: I just want a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when I walk into the room.]
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Susan Sontag, from βReborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963β³
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Ocean Vuong, from "Skinny Dipping", Time Is a Mother
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