Clarice Lispector, tr. by Johnny Lorenz, Um Sopro de Vida
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Clarice Lispector, tr. by Johnny Lorenz, Um Sopro de Vida
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[image description: black text on white background, with stanza breaks rendered as double forward slashes and line breaks rendered as single forward slashes. the poem reads as follows: “revolutions // Revolutions are about simple things // Someone will cook a full pot of rice tonight / Someone will heal a ringworm sore / Someone will draw a house and a child / Someone will know two plus two / Someone will teach someone who will teach others / Someone will have for sure not only today / but also tomorrow.” /end id.]
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“You carry away with you a reflection of me, a part of me. I dreamed you; I wished for your existence. You will always be a part of my life. If I love you, it must be because we shared, at some moment, the same imaginings, the same madness, the same stage.”
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Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
What she says: I’m fine
What she means: I’ve been explicitly and implicitly taught since birth to value the feelings of others over my own feelings and to conceal all negative emotion so as to avoid making anyone else uncomfortable and be a “good girl” so maybe that means that you now have to put in a little extra effort to make me feel safe enough to express myself honestly and maybe that’s annoying but imagine how it feels for me
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Une Femme Est Une Femme (1961)
“In March I’ll be rested, caught up and human.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. February 1953
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