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1892 star map.
Anne Carson, “The Glass Essay”
Orion. Young folks’ astronomy. 1881.
“A path of sighs through the emotions of life. A tribute to the art and her disarming beauty.” From Beauty and by Rino Stefano Tagliafierro
ancient magic - sketches, part one
“Un-whole isn’t the same as un-holy, / isn’t the same as dead.”
— Sholeh Wolpé, from “Illusion,“ Keeping Time with Blue Hyacinths (via caradocdearborn)
zoo by marty mcconnell
for Caroline, and for me. what’s important is to know that you will one day be happy again. happier than you were with her, happier than has ever been possible. focus on what makes you happy: a hot teacup against your belly. fresh sheets. turning up the heat in the apartment and cleaning naked as if it is August and everyone you love is coming over for breakfast. you have had love, and that means your sternum is a divining rod for both passion and grief. because the tongue is the body’s strongest muscle, make it say joy. make it say I am a factory of splendid things. make it say the octopus is the smartest animal in the animal kingdom, and I am an octopus. I am an octopus. I am happy. my survival was not an accident, or purposeless. the car that could have ended me didn’t. the lies that could have brined my insides to bitterness didn’t. word on the street is, you have muscles other than the tongue. take them for a walk in the sun. or, if it is spring in Chicago and therefore grey as your actual hair, in the rain. there are people everywhere. some of them are happy. you are one of them. I am one of them. and it’s OK. you can be happy and have a baby. you can be happy and create disconcerting images of traditional Christian figures in compromising positions using masticated fireflies as paint. someday somebody will love you for this. or in spite of it. either way, you’re an octopus. I’m an octopus. say it: we are happy. say: it’s not so bad.
These photos of Daniel Radcliffe and Bonnie Wright look more like Harry and Ginny than Harry and Ginny do in the movies.
The end would be clean, and the job that ought to have been done in Godric’s Hollow would be finished: neither would live, neither could survive.
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