Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
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Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
To You
by Frank O’Hara
What is more beautiful than night and someone in your arms that’s what we love about art it seems to prefer us and stays
if the moon or a gasping candle sheds a little light or even dark you become a landscape in a landscape with rocks and craggy mountains
and valleys full of sweaty ferns breathing and lifting into the clouds which have actually come low as a blanket of aspirations’ blue
for once not a melancholy color because it is looking back at us there’s no need for vistas we are one in the complicated foreground of space
the architects are most courageous because it stands for all to see and for a long long time just as the words “I’ll always love you”
impulsively appear in the dark sky and we are happy and stick by them like a couple of painters in neon allowing the light to glow there over the river
Laura Gilpin
An Interview with Hanif Abdurraqib
on love arriving unannounced
so overwhelmed by the love my little poem received, i wanna cry
women in PHLEGM (poetry, history, language, english literature, ghost stories, music)
so soft it hurts
also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.
Mary Oliver, from Upstream: Selected Essays
Mary Oliver, from The Journey
I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow. And yet manage it so as to keep me alive. But I often turn about or compromise, because I know that you won’t eat me up, in the end, and I urge you: bite me.
Sign my death with your teeth
- Hélène Cixous, Stigmata: Escaping Texts
Hanif Abdurraqib, "Glamor on the West Streets / Silver Over Everything"
For Janet, at the New Year by Ellen Bass
“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”
-Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living
An Interview with Richard Siken