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"Our heart survives between hammers, just as the tongue between the teeth is still able to praise."

[edwordsmyth]

John Ashbery

[colourthysoul]

H.M. Saffer - Citrus Grove

[thunderstruck9]

H.M. Saffer II (American, 1942), Citrus Grove. Oil on canvas, 44 x 38 in.

[weltenwellen]

The Quiet Machine Ada Limón

[weltenwellen]

An Interview with Richard Siken

[edwordsmyth]

Hildegard von Bingen, "Days of Creation," c.1151.

[edwordsmyth]

Che Guevara (“Song to Fidel”)

[edwordsmyth]

Hassan Musa, Untitled (Karl Marx), c.2012.

[shisasan]

“I am, O Anxious One. Don’t you hear my voice surging forth with all my earthly feelings? They yearn so high, that they have sprouted wings and whitely fly in circles round your face. My soul, dressed in silence, rises up and stands alone before you: can’t you see? don’t you know that my prayer is growing ripe upon your vision as upon a tree? If you are the dreamer, I am what you dream. But when you want to wake, I am your wish, and I grow strong with all magnificence and turn myself into a star’s vast silence above the strange and distant city, Time.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke

[edwordsmyth]

"Within the ribs of people burns a fire that peace disguises from revealing its flames." -Abū Al-ʿalāʾ al-Maʿarrī

[edwordsmyth]

Nicanor Parra

[tinyuglyworld]

Scenes from Havana, Cuba

Photographed by Nikos Economopoulos, 2014

[proustiansleep]

“We line one day up after the other, day after day, as if the world did not exist, though daily it seeks us out with such violence.”  —Édouard Glissant, Poetics of Relation

[magnetar1]

"He who is unfamiliar with depression, who never feels his soul being broken by his body, invaded by its weakness, is incapable of gaining any insight into man. One must go below, must look at the underside. One must be no longer able to move, to hope, to believe, in order to perceive."

-Jacques Riviere (in a letter to Antonin Artaud)

[borderepisteme-deactivated20260]

“l've always been able to work with anybody that doesn't want success. Jazz musicians don't want success... They have these little tin weapons — they don't shoot. They don't go anywhere. The jazz musician doesn't deal with the structured life — he just wants that night, like a kid.”

John Cassavetes

[borderepisteme-deactivated20260]

Al Masarik, Excuses to be outside: poems

[soracities]

Eavan Boland, “A Woman Painted on a Leaf”

[Text ID: “I want a poem I can grow old in. I want a poem I can die in.”]

[weltenwellen]

Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti