Louder Than Bombs

I made this a long time ago and was very nervous about posting it to Tumblr. I can’t really think of a good caption~ everything I wanted to say is in the little blurb at the beginning. 

‘God of Arepo’ Fan-made graphic novel 

Shrine maiden

Reclusive priestess

Cemetary groundskeeper with too many secrets

Anomoly captured on a blurry poleroid

I honestly think Mary Oliver is keeping me alive. Her writing is such a gift to the world. Reading her poetry is like being reminded of the best version of myself. 

I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing – that the light is everything – that it is more than the sum of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do.

– from The Ponds 

I love this world, even in its hard places. A bird too must love this world, even in its hard places. So, even if the effort may come to nothing, you have to do something.

– from For Example 

Mostly, I want to be kind. And nobody, of course, is kind, or mean, for a simple reason. And nobody gets out of it, having to swim through the fires to stay in this world.

– from Dogfish

Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us, even in the leafless winter, even in the ashy city. I am thinking now of grief, and of getting past it;

I feel my boots trying to leave the ground, I feel my heart pumping hard. I want

to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.

– from Starlings in Winter

I will try. I will step from the house to see what I see and hear and I will praise it. I did not come into this world to be comforted. I came, like red bird, to sing. But I’m not red bird, with his head-mop of flame and the red triangle of his mouth full of tongue and whistles, but a woman whose love has vanished, who thinks now, too much, of roots and the dark places where everything is simply holding on. But this too, I believe, is a place where God is keeping watch until we rise, and step forth again and – but wait. Be still. Listen! Is it red bird? Or something inside myself, singing?