l'art de vivre

25. law, poetry and anything weird.

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“I made myself soft as the sky. / I loved so open / I knew every edge / and chose to fall from each of them”

— Kolbe Riney, from “voyager,” Up the Staircase Quarterly (no. 57)

[planesawesome]

MiG-29 with F-16 Polish Air Force,

[love]

“This photograph is my proof. There was that afternoon, when things were still good between us, and she embraced me, and we were so happy. It did happen. She did love me. Look for yourself.” This is my proof, Duane Michals, 1974

[mpdrolet]

[kitchen-light]

“What we are doing as poets is defamiliarization through language, it’s an ongoing work of bewilderment that can make us more aware of the miracles around us.”

— Kaveh Akbar, from an interview with Jason Myers, at Eco the Collective, December 15, 2021 (via indeskidgepoetry)

[greaterland]

[honeylover]

Micah Nemerever, "These Violent Delights"

[orpheuslament]

i love tragedy i love circular narratives i love ppl who cannot escape their fate & characters that have been dead since the beginning

[helenaferron]

“You will always go into that tent. You will see her scar and wonder where she got it. You will always be amazed at how one woman can have so much black hair. You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. You will always run away with her. You will always lose her. You will always be a fool. You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear. You have already done all of this and will do it again.”

― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

[love]

by Dave Brosha

[neckkiss]

Tokyo Ghoul (2017)

[godsnemesis]

[jiangwanyin]

— vladimir nabokov, in a letter to his wife [24 march 1937] from letters to véra (trans. olga voronina & brian boyd)

[serratedpens]

CZESLAW MILOSZ

[megairea]

Federico García Lorca, from Sonnet of the Garland of Roses; Collected Poems (ed. by Christopher Maurer)

[soft-lovely]

[laclefdescoeurs]

“…Things I hold most dear: music, nature, poetry, solitude.”

— Marina Tsvetayeva in a letter to Boris Pasternak, from Letters: Summer 1926 - Boris Pasternak Marina Tsvetayeva Rainer Maria Rilke (New York Review Books, 2001)

[primulaceas]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath; entry no. 102