anti-heroes & fatal flaws

An hour and four minutes in. Fourth time crying.

“My husband got involved with a younger woman at work.  I was relaxed about it at first.  He’s thirteen years younger than me, so I thought: ‘Shit happens.’  But then she got pregnant.  Luckily through the divorce process I had the opportunity to take over this shithole place with no heating, which I’ve turned into an art studio. And now I’m living my best life.  Everything is for sale except the pink chandelier and the dog.  Anyone is free to stop by at anytime.  You can eat or drink whatever you want.  All the young people in the neighborhood love me.  I’m the oldest person in our friend group.  Everyone else is in their twenties or thirties.  They call me Queen Mama.  I call them my adopted kids.  I always help them with their school projects and resumes and interviews.  I only ask one thing in return.  Each of them has to teach me one new thing every week: a piece of music, a trend, an idea.  Just so I can stay up to date.  Before you take the photograph, let me go inside and put on some make-up.  We were out until 2 AM last night.” (Amsterdam, The Netherlands)

– Mary Oliver. (September 10, 1935 - January 17, 2019.) Rest in peace, poet.

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Homero Aridjis, ‘The Amazement of Time’ (trans. George McWhirter & Betty Ferber), Ojos, de Otro Mirar / Eyes to See Otherwise: Selected Poems

Kristen J. Sollée, from her foreword for “Light Magic For Dark Times,”

— Ariana Reines, from A Sand Book