Tsuchiya Koitsu - "Courtyard in Evening Rainshower"
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Tsuchiya Koitsu - "Courtyard in Evening Rainshower"
Epic of Gilgamesh X.235-248 (trans. Andrew R George)
holy quaternity
quintinity
An Interview with Richard Siken
learning that curiosity is at the root of all that i do, and making space for it instead of running away
"hephaistion made this" in a beautiful trompe-l'oeil piece of paper half unstuck by the wind still some of the rawest stuff ever put in a mosaic (2nd century bc, pergamon)
@the-etcetera-archive
[ID: Text of the poem Elms by Louise Gluck. All day I tried to distinguish need from desire. Now, in the dark, I feel only bitter sadness for us, the builders, the planers of wood because I have been looking steadily at these elms and seen the process that creates the writhing, stationary tree is torment, and have understood it will make not forms but twisted forms. End ID]
Louise Glück, from a poem titled "October," featured in Averno: Poems, originally published in 2006
musings on touch
margaret atwood, natalie diaz, ocean vuong, susan sontag, anne carson, marya hornbacher, mary oliver
The Hunger Moon, Marge Piercy
"I tried to ask my parents to leave the room, but not my life. It was very hard. Because the room was the size of my life. Because my life was small."
— Chen Chen, “Chapter VIII”
asking about you by Eloise Klein Healy
Mary Oliver, "From The Book of Time." Devotions
Deepest apologies to the well-thought-out characters that I created but never wrote the stories for.
It's like, I have these characters just laying around with their intricate personalities and their elaborate backstories, but they belong nowhere, they have no place to call home.
Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West
Tracy K. Smith, from “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?”, Life on Mars
Louise Glück, from “An Adventure”, Faithful and Virtuous Night
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma