Anonymous asked:
what should i do?
Destroy everything you identify with, then identify with something that you cannot destroy. I chose the sky, not any one cloud but I am the container
“It is so lonely to feel deeply about the world and be met with the complete failure of language to communicate it. Poetry gets us marginally (but importantly!) closer than rhetorical language, like how standing on a roof gets one a few feet closer to grabbing a star than standing in the dirt. It makes the loneliness of being here a little easier to bear.”
— Kaveh Akbar, “Galloping Towards Delight: A Conversation with Kaveh Akbar and Ilya Kaminsky”, published in Magma Issue 83, Solitude, Summer 2022 (via kitchen-light)
Niall Williams, This Is Happiness
excerpted from "How Much of That Is Left In Me," Jack Gilbert
Mihail Sebastian, Women (trans. Phillip Ó Ceallaigh)
[Text ID: "September has arrived, lovely in its weakening light."]
— Dylan Thomas, from a letter to Caitlin Thomas.
Natasha Trethewey, from Thrall: Poems; "The Americans"
absolutely living rn (at the existantialist café, sarah bakewell)
I think about this poem more than I should.
Ada Limón, The Carrying.
started reading sarah bakewell's at the existentialist café and ngl i genuinely think kierkegaard would have thrived on this website
bless you Søren you would have loved the age of the shitpost
dying
started reading sarah bakewell's at the existentialist café and ngl i genuinely think kierkegaard would have thrived on this website
bless you Søren you would have loved the age of the shitpost
“Tell me where you go in these silences
and I will say if I have been there.”
— Naomi Shihab Nye, from “Long Distance”, in Words Under the Words
started reading sarah bakewell's at the existentialist café and ngl i genuinely think kierkegaard would have thrived on this website
Hand of a Kore holding a fruit, Attic workshop, 6th century BC, marble, Acropolis Museum, Athens.
memoryslandscape-deactivated202
Tenderly they call to one another across the wood. The male owl calls to the female owl. The female owl calls to the male owl. Should I wonder which is which? I listen to the owls teach me an ignorant tenderness.
— J. R. Solonche, from The Book of a Small Fisherman (Shanti Arts Publishing, 2023)
absolutely love the word "utterly" bc yes actually yes i AM uttering!!!! lots!!!! EMPHATICALLY 💗💗💗
sometimes you ARE changed by the most utterly chaotic psychosexually codependent "i can absolutely make them worse it is my DUTY" couple to exist in english literature and it IS a good thing !