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Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. Only if you do that can you hope to make the reader feel every particle of what you, the writer, have known and feel compelled to share.
Anne Rice, from the forward to a collection of Franz Kafka's Short Stories
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“I needed to be reminded of mysterious and sacred things,”
— Albert Camus, from his preface to Jean Grenier’s “Les Iles,” c. 1959
Looking Back
by Ursula K. Le Guin
Remember me before I was a heap of salt, The laughing child who seldom did as she was told or came when she was called, The merry girl who became Lot’s bride, The happy woman who loved her wicked city. Do not remember me with pity. I saw you plodding on ahead into the desert of your pitiless faith. Those springs are dry; that earth is dead. I looked back, not forward, into death. Forgiving rains dissolve me, and I come still disobedient, still happy, home.
By Czeck writer Karel Čapek, inventor of the term ‘robot’ as well!
This is one of my husband’s favorite short stories. He quotes it from memory. I’m pretty sure he can recite the entire thing from memory.
This is a tremendously impactful short story and every time I see it, it serves as an excellent reboot button for my state of mind.
My illustrations the most based poem about tigers by Nael, age 6
Every time I read it I feel space inside my chest expand in very *emotion* way.
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"Kill them with kindness" Nah, fuck that, CRICKET BAT 🏏 🏏🏏🏏*SMACK* 🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏
“Kill them with kindness”
Nah, fuck that, CRICKET BAT 🏏 🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*
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Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
This opens up a lot of possibilities for what a haiku can be
i read CS Lewis’ A Grief Observed one time years ago and i’m still not recovered from it
— A Grief Observed: part i-ii, C.S. Lewis x
Carl Phillips, from “Civilization”, Then the War: And Selected Poems, 2007-2020
Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West
Tracy K. Smith, from “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?”, Life on Mars
Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001
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Everything Changes
by Bertolt Brecht tr. John Willett
Everything changes. You can make A fresh start with your final breath. But what has happened has happened. And the water You once poured into the wine cannot be Drained off again.
What has happened has happened. The water You once poured into the wine cannot be Drained off again, but Everything changes. You can make A fresh start with your final breath.
The night gardener once asked me if I knew how citrus trees died: when they reach old age, if they are not cut down and they manage to survive drought, disease and innumerable attacks of pests, fungi and plagues, they succumb from overabundance. When they come to the end of their life cycle, they put out a final, massive crop of lemons. In their last spring their flowers bud and blossom in enormous bunches and fill the air with a smell so sweet that it stings your nostrils from two blocks away; then their fruits ripen all at once, whole limbs break off due to their excessive weight, and after a few weeks the ground is covered with rotting lemons. It is a strange sight, he said, to see such exuberance before death.
When We Cease to Understand the World, Benjamín Labatut
thank you for the insight
every reread kills me a little bit more
reread and enjoy <3
hope is a skill
hope is a weapon you are trained to wield
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You cannot hide this in the tags, bestie. This is too lovely to keep a secret.
Theodor would approve.
The thing about the moon is maybe you don’t need to write a poem about the moon. The moon’s been done, we’ve discussed it. It’s a coin a mirror an eye a lantern in the darkness. It’s a rock in space. It’s the dang moon we’ve all seen it! Is there something you can notice that’s is more surprising than the moon???
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something something the poetry of science etc
woah
yeah
starhawk, from truth or dare: encounters with power, authority, and mystery, 1987
["You prowl your own borders/ looking for escape/ The wall is invisible/ like glass, but stronger/ you can't get over it/ you can't get around it
So you put on the mask/ that hides you/ and try to slip through/ How do you walk in this mask?/ How does your body feel?/ The mask covers you/ it hides the barrier/ and suddenly you can't remember/ where you were going or why/ and none of it seems very important/ so you stop and sit/ And there you can remain/ forever/ Or you can take the mask off
And put on the tricky mask/the deceiving mask/ and try to slip through/ How do you walk in this mask?/ How does your body feel?/ And the barrier disappears/ And you want through/ and the path is clear and green, and pleasant/ and you know it's the right way/ although from time to time/ you suspect/ that you really haven't gone anywhere/ that you are back where you started from/ And there you can remain/ forever/ Or you can take the mask off
And you put on the mask/ that pleases/ and try to slip through/ How do you walk in this mask?/ How does your body feel?/ And everyone at the barrier is charming/ they make polite conversation/ they serve tea/ they sympathize with your difficulties/ with how hard it is to break through/ and you wouldn't want to offend them/ so you stay where you are/ And there you can remain/ forever/ Or you can take the mask off
And you put on the ugly mask/ and try to smash through/ How do you walk in this mask?/ How does your body feel?/ You don't care who you offend, or what you/ break/ the pleasant people scatter/ the teacups shatter/ and you bash into the barrier/ again and again/ your flesh becomes pulp/ your own bones break/ And there you can remain/ forever/ or you can take the mask off"]
