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why are you sitting there so silently, / like someone mute, eating your heart,
from Homer's The Odyssey (tr. Emily Wilson)

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Devotion: profound dedication, loyalty, or love for a person, activity, or cause.
To love like a dog. To give everything and receive nothing but table scraps. To always want more.
Mieko Kawakami, from 'Heaven'
they were right btw. you have to dig yourself out of your grave over and over again
Anne Boyer
on hedonism by anne carson

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love from a distance, richard siken
Jennifer Chang, from "The World", Some Say the Lark
Our Ghosts Will Smoke Cigarettes Together
by Bethany A. Breitland
I look forward to a long talk with you finally after weâre dead, our ghost legs flopped over a blackened sill. The storm window with its rickety metal ridge no longer cutting into the backs of our thighs, like it did when we were young, perching over the porch roof to see the moon of the young corn. Itâll be cool summer nights forever â Indiana, crickets singing â freight trains fat with silage howling across the flat land. And we shall sit, our spirits willing a heft into our backsides as we inhale. And because weâre ghosts, the tar smell wonât seep into our hands or hair as it did when we were sisters â sure signs we werenât the good of girls weâd been raised to be.
But weâre dead now, so we donât have to lie. And we also donât have to avoid talking about the nuances of love and violence we were born into. How need and want and touch and hate bundled our bones for kindling. Itâs easier now to feel safe in my body because I donât have one. Itâs easier now to admit we all were just trying to stub out a nightmare
                            and instead, we set the fields on fire.
Patrick James Errington, from "After All This Small Talk, Youâd Think ThereâdBe No Weather Left"
Robert Eggers, from the original Nosferatsu script (2016)
Text ID: I have sought a creature from the depths. An Eve that remembers her Eden. You are such a one.

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â WISĹAWA SZYMBORSKA, translated from the Polish by Clare Cavanagh & StanisĹaw BaraĹczak.
Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding (1943)
Bernadette Mayer, from The Way to Keep Going in Antarctica
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Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; âLemonsâ
December 1, 1928 The early diary of AnaĂŻs Nin, 1903-1977