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“I can’t think logically about who I am or where I am going. I have been very ecstatic, horribly depressed, shocked, elated, enlightened, and enervated. I want to come home and vegetate in peace, with the people I love around me for a change.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Warren Plath written c. June 1953
Joan Didion's handwritten list of favourite books. A Farewell to Arms, Ernest Hemingway Victory, Joseph Conrad Guerrillas, V.S. Naipaul Down and Out in Paris and London, George Orwell Wonderland, Joyce Carol Oates Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë The Good Soldier, Ford Madox Ford One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel Garcia Márquez Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky Appointment in Samarra, John O’Hara The Executioner’s Song, Norman Mailer The Novels of Henry James: Washington Square, Portrait of a Lady, The Bostonians, Wings of the Dove, The Ambassadors, The Golden Bowl, Daisy Miller, The Aspern Papers, The Turn of the Screw Speedboat, Renata Adler Go Tell It on the Mountain, James Baldwin Notes of a Native Son, James Baldwin The Berlin Stories, Christopher Isherwood Collected Poems, Robert Lowell Collected Poems, W.H. Auden The Collected Poems, Wallace Stevens
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How to Save Your Own Life, Erica Jong
Dog Owners Wearing Clothes Made From Their Pet’s Fur
Frank O'Hara, from Selected Poems
[Text ID: it’s April / no May / it’s May // such little things have to be established in the morning]
When Joni Mitchell said just before our love got lost you said I am as constant as a northern star and I can be cruel but let me be gentle with you and all good dreamers pass this way someday, hiding behind bottles in dark cafes and laughing and crying you know it’s the same release and will you take me as I am? will you? and I want to renew you again and again and love is a story told to a friend, it’s second-hand and it’s life’s illusions I recall, I really don’t know life at all.
Clarice Lispector, tr. by Giovanni Pontiero, Perto do Coração Selvagem