the body is the garden of the soul

[Text ID: “(let us be trivial, let us be intimate).”]

Anna Kamienska, from A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook.

I went antiquing today and found a century old copy of Hamlet

From Macbeth by William Shakespeare (1611).

consorting with angels, anne sexton

Excerpt from The Complete Poems by Anne Sexton

“I need to become who I already am”]

Richard Siken // Hamlet + Horatio

Margaret Atwood, published on Eating Fire;

it’s reading week but I’ve been buried under applications and formative essays - just taking a breather before trudging out to do more writing. hope everyone’s having a better weekend ♡

i am drowning in words this week… have i mentioned september is my busiest month??

gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, toward phoebus’ lodging. such a wagoner as phaeton would whip you to the west and bring in cloudy night immediately. spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, that runaways’ eyes may wink, and romeo leap to these arms, untalked of and unseen. lovers can see to do their amorous rites by their own beauties, or, if love be blind, it best agrees with night. come, civil night, thou sober-suited matron, all in black, and learn me how to lose a winning match played for a pair of stainless maidenhoods. hood my unmanned blood bating in my cheeks, with thy black mantle, till strange love, grow bold, think true love acted simple modesty. come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night. give me my romeo; and, when I shall die. take him and cut him out in little stars. and he will make the face of heaven so fine. that all the world will be in love with night. 

starting the last book of the semester and finally saying goodbye to this pile of readings that has been haunting my dreams.

landscape with fruit rot and millipede, richard siken

[ID: “You can have my heart if you have the stomach to take it.” end ID]

— The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller