The Things We Think We're Missing

I like how the human mind has a fascination with another place & time that seems to be nonexistent, a place where everything is ok IG: courthompson

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something i wish i had realized earlier: you can write poems on the same subject more than once. you can write, paint, draw the same thing over and over if you want to. you can spend your whole life making art about oranges. i think i always felt this pressure to get it right the first time like i couldn’t go back and use that inspiration again. but you can. you can go back and revisit it. you can pick up the conversation again and again if you have more to say.

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“Misty, seductive, unreal.”

— Amy Lowell, from “The Cremona Violin,” written c. September 1919

[weltenwellen]

“It is an utterly epic arrival every time I get to see you again.”

— Buddy Wakefield, from “In Landscape”, published in “Gentleman Practice”

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By MikkoLagerstedt

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By Daniel Herr

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From a day spent hiking, British Columbia

[datable]

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“I’m sorry you couldn’t find me. I have been in the woods. I put myself there because I couldn’t be good. I have been running with foxes and running with crows and I have found myself a home where no one goes.”

— Florence Welch, from “Useless Magic: Lyrics & Poetry,” published c. 2018

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E. Lockhart / We Were Liars

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“In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling.”

— Gertrude Stein

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