Trarararaes

— Doris Lessing, The Grass Is Singing

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Gustav Klimt, The Virgin, 1913

Sintra, Portugal.

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

june 2026

— Jamaica Kincaid, from “What Have I Been Doing Lately,” At the Bottom of the River (via lifeinpoetry)

You need to be outside in a storm and see lightning strike very close to you. You need to meet a wild creature and have to stand very still and almost not even breathe and watch before it vanishes. You need to be alone somewhere very big. You need to go to a place because it looks interesting and be at the wrong place at the wrong time. You need to climb over a fence instead of going in by the gate. You need to hear the exploding sound of a huge flock of birds flying. You need to watch live theater performed by kids on a low budget. You need to be lost somewhere. You need to be barefoot somewhere. You need to sing with other people who are singing. You need to get soaking wet with all of your clothes on and come inside shivering.

Tiny shell!

Country Kitchens, 1991