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Shay.23.India Mostly books and history, occasionally boybands, always pretty things. If you haven't already, read Midnight's Children

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GÖRAN PETERSSON

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“Now you must go out into your heart as onto a vast plain. Now the immense loneliness begins. The days go numb, the wind sucks the world from your senses like withered leaves. Through the empty branches the sky remains. It is what you have. Be earth now, and evensong. Be the ground lying under that sky.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, trans. Joanna Macy & Anita Barrows, in Book of Hours

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View of the Cloister Garden (detail), c. 1878. Georg Petzoldt

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Virginia Woolf, The Years

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“One thing I’m sure Colborne will never understand is that I need language to live, like food–lexemes and morphemes and morsels of meaning nourish me with the knowledge that, yes, there is a word for this. Someone else has felt it before.”

— If We Were Villains, M.L. Rio

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KEVIN & SOPHIE

in the preview for 6x14

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Moments from life drawn with acrylic markers

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Elizabeth Bishop, from The Complete Poems, 1927-1979

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i love fredrik backman so much (us against you)

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“For me, haiku is a question of feeling, of sensibility. I can’t just work sixteen-hour days and then say to myself, ‘Okay, if I concentrate hard, if I work at finding just the right word, I will compose a good haiku.’ I need to change how I approach the world. I need to look at the flowers and the grass beside the road. I’ve got to try to write poetry about what I see around me. I believe that the more I approach haiku in this way and the more I understand the essence of haiku, the better my poetry will be.”

— Abigail Friedman, from The Haiku Apprentice: Memoirs of Writing Poetry in Japan (Stone Bridge Press, 2006

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from Gregory Orr’s Poetry as Survival // from Edna St. Vincent Millay’s Collected Sonnets 

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Upstream, Mary Oliver

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Burnt Sugar by Avni Doshi

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Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

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Elaine Castillo, America Is Not The Heart Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit Ijeoma Umebinyuo, ‘Confessions’, Questions for Ada Mohamad Hafez, Baggage series Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited Anne Carson, ‘The Glass Essay’, Glass, Irony, and God Margaret Atwood, ‘November’, You Are Happy Richard Siken, ‘Boot Theory’, Crush

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“La literatura masculina ha dado lo suyo: describir al hombre e inventar a la mujer, probablemente la literatura femenina cubra la otra mitad, ahí donde la mujer sea de veras ella misma, y el hombre comience a mirarse, para su propia perplejidad, desde los ojos de ella. Masculine literature has made its contribution: to describe men and invent women; probably feminine literature covers the other half, there where woman is really herself, and man begins to look at himself, in his own perplexity, out of her eyes.”

— Ethel Krauze Quoted in “Preface”, Talking Back: Toward a Latin American Feminist Literary Criticism by Debra A. Castillo