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“akira, why am i the only one talking? right now… i’m feeling something. what is this? tell me. what is this, akira? feel what i’m feeling right now.”
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« #10: crybaby
“akira, why am i the only one talking? right now… i’m feeling something. what is this? tell me. what is this, akira? feel what i’m feeling right now.”
excerpt from “four poems by carla” published in the ladder vol. 13 no. 5, february 1969
This is my new favourite poem. For obvious reasons.
Heliocentric by Keith S. Wilson
Transcript under the cut
Walt Whitman, “Out of the Rolling Ocean the Crowd”, Leaves of Grass
[Text ID: “I love you, before long I die, I have travel’d a long way merely to look on you to touch you, For I could not die till I once look’d on you, For I fear’d I might afterward lose you.”]
Walt Whitman, “From Pent-Up Aching Rivers”, Leaves of Grass
[Text ID: “I love you, O you entirely possess me, O that you and I escape from the rest and go utterly off, free and lawless,”]
“The centre of every poem is this: I have loved you. I have had to deal with that.”
— Salma Deera, Letters from Medea (via roadmotel)
holy trinity:
so let me stay tender-hearted, despite despite despite – chen chen, from this tweet
with the heart beating quickly in fear and ecstasy, and a hope, a hope, a hope – czeslaw milosz, new and collected poems: 1931-2001
i took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. i am, i am, i am – sylvia plath, the bell jar
Them
me and who???
cruel summer - taylor swift // a primer for the small weird loves - richard siken // twin size mattress - the front bottoms // little beast - richard siken // margaret atwood // the end of time part two - doctor who // a child's defintion of love // wuthering heights - emily brontë // the timeless children - doctor who
Heathcliiiifffffff it’s me Cathy I’ve come hooooooommeee I’m soo coooooolddddd
and I don’t want the world to see me ‘cause I don’t think that they’d understand when everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am
they gave everything!!!!!
ANNE CARSON
‘The Glass Essay’ from Glass, Irony, and God (1994);
personal photos, original edit