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“First Memory,” Louise Glück

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My fear is that much of what we call "spirituality" today is overly sanitized and sterile, far removed from the anguish of pain, the anchoredness of place. Without the tough-minded discipline of desert-mountain experience, spirituality loses its bite, its capacity to speak prophetically to its culture, its demand for justice. Avoiding pain and confrontation, it makes no demands, assumes no risks.

Belden C. Lane, The Solace of Fierce Landscapes: Exploring Desert and Mountain Spirituality

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She loved perfumes, ordered them from Peterburg and consumed a great deal of them. She loved aromatic flowers. Her room was always full of some sweet scent—with flowers, with perfumes, with pines, and in the spring with birch-twigs.

Fyodor Sologub, from The Little Demon

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WHY ARE YOU HAUNTED?

A survey

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Taylor Swift, I hate it here

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Simone Weil on projection and how to lose your object with grace. From “Void and Compensation”

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I had this feeling suddenly. I get this feeling a lot, but I don’t know if there’s one word for it. It’s not nervous or sad or even lonely. It’s all of that, and then a bit more. The feeling is I don’t belong here. I don’t know how I got here, and I don’t know how long I can stay before everyone else realizes that I am an impostor. I am a fraud. I’ve gotten this feeling nearly everywhere I have ever been in my life. There’s nothing you can do about it except drink some water and hope that it subsides. Or you can leave.

I’m lonely. What kind of loneliness? Every kind. I feel disconnected. Abandoned. As always. Repetition. So what, my love? So what? At first, I just wanted to run away. Now I have no where else to run to, nothing to run from. I don’t belong anywhere, I don’t want to go anywhere, I just want to be happy.

(1) Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001 (2) Leila Sales, This Song Will Save Your Life (3) Daniela Fischerová, Fingers Pointing Somewhere Else (4) Wisława Szymborska, tr. by Clare Cavanagh and Stanisław Barańczak, from “The Railroad Station”, Map: Collected and Last Poems (5) Daul Kim (6) Sarah Kay, from “The Paradox”, No Matter the Wreckage

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“I acquired the certainty that life would yield to my dreams and that I would not fail: I would suffer but I would live.”

— Colette “Laure” Peignot, excerpt from “Story of a Little Girl”

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“I come clutching the hope that I might suffer nothing beyond my fate.”

— Diane J. Rayor, excerpt from Antigone

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I used to trust time and think the longer you were with someone the less likely they were to leave. Now I know that isn't true. What is the root of this ache? The betrayal?

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Margaret Atwood, from The Selected Poems of Margaret Atwood; "Speeches for Dr. Frankenstein,"

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so Lana coded

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Good morning to doomed people only

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