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desiderium

(dɛs ɪˈdɪər i əm), noun | an ardent longing for something or someone you lost; a yearning grief.

etymology: Desiderium comes from the Latin verb dēsīderāre, meaning “to long for; require.”

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Every picture shows a spot with which the artist has fallen in love.

Alfred Sisley

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Song by 'Tzŭ-Yeh', translated by Arthur Waley

At the time when blossoms Fall from the cherry-tree: On a day when yellow birds Hovered in the branches - You said you must stop, Because your horse was tired: I said I must go, Because my silkworms were hungry.

All night I could not sleep Because of the moonlight on my bed. I kept on hearing a voice calling: Out of Nowhere, Nothing answered “yes”.

I will carry my coat and not put on my belt; With unpainted eyebrows I will stand at the front window. My tiresome petticoat keeps on flapping about; If it opens a little, I shall blame the spring wind.

I heard my love was going to Yang-chou And went with him as far as Ch’u-shan. For a moment when you held me fast in your outstretched arms I thought the river stood still and did not flow.

I have brought my pillow and am lying at the northern window, So come to me and play with me awhile. With so much quarrelling and so few kisses How long do you think our love can last?

- Arthur Waley’s 170 Chinese Poems

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lifeinpoetry

… his voice is a midnight I’d like to walk into forever

Dorothea Lasky, “How to Survive in This World,” Black Life

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lifeinpoetry

Written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way.

Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena

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Barbara Kroll

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AF VANDEVORST FALL 2016 by Auriane Defert for Coeval Magazine

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Jiro Yoshihara, Blue Calligraphic Lines on Dark Blue, 1963

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Too weird to live, too rare to die.

Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (via wordsnquotes)

lifeinpoetry

Now the Sirens have a weapon even more terrible than their song, namely, their silence… perhaps it is thinkable that someone might have escaped from their singing; but from their silence certainly never.

Franz Kafka, from “The Silence of the Sirens,” The Third Octavo Notebook, The Blue Octavo Notebooks

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I am tired of being a person. Not just tired of being the person I was, but any person at all. I like watching people, but I don’t like talking to them, dealing with them, pleasing them, or offending them. I am tired.

Susan Sontag, from I, etcetera: Stories (via violentwavesofemotion)