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gonna start living like this
i can turn you into poetry but i cannot make you love me.
(creds will be added in a hot sec! my bad y'all ;p)
(Sequel to ‘This memory is being forgotten’)
I’ll embrace all your versions.
Details by Roberto Ferri.
Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence // Ada Limón, "Lies About Sea Creatures" // Sherita Walker // @itsbaditsgood // Richard Siken, "I Had a Dream About You" // Richard Siken, "You Are Jeff" (8) // Richard Siken, "Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out" // @_demarmol on Instagram // Anne Sexton, "The Touch"
Byung-Chul Han, from an interview published in ArtReview
Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays And Other Writings originally published in 2004
april morning by Jonathan Wells
wet evening in April by Patrick Kavanagh
i do, often, think of that quote from wislawa szymborska talking about love and the inexplicability of some of it. "great love is never justified" etc. and it truly isn't. and thank god for that.
"We’re dealing here with the phenomenon of great love. Detached observers always ask in such cases: “So what does she (he) see in him (her)?” Such questions are best left in peace: great love is never justified. It’s like the little tree that springs up in some inexplicable fashion on the side of a cliff: where are its roots, what does it feed on, what miracle produces those green leaves? But it does exist and it really is green—clearly, then, it’s getting whatever it needs to survive."
— from "Great Love", in Nonrequired Reading
Please leave me alone, Noelia Towers (because)
Some of the pages and covers of Percy Shelley’s notebooks (1811-1822) — accessed through the Digital Bodleian Library
The Palace of Art (1857) - Dante Gabriel Rossetti
— Tennessee Williams, Notebooks
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter featured in The Letters of Edna St. Vincent Millay