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Thật sự là muốn chết đi
“All summer I’ve been watching your calves as they meet the backs of your knees that you give me to smooth with cool Noxzema cream from that blue expired jar.”
— Nicholas Rombes, from “Vinesburg, Ohio,” 3:AM Magazine (28 August 2020)
“I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.”
— Ernest Hemingway
Wilhelmina Barns-Graham (1912-2004) | Atlantic Squall No 2
Wilhelmina Barns-Graham
http://pinkpagodastudio.blogspot.com/2014/04/wilhelmina-barns-graham-sea-waves-and.html
mũi ngạt xong rồi lại thôi haha :)
Cuộc đời như cái đầu buồi
We’ll meet again
I will be among, in a way I haven’t been before. It’s a new thing to be among: all my life I’d thought my only choice was to be extraordinary, as if to compensate for some lack. There is freedom in failure; I know that—how could I think otherwise after living with the body’s collective breakdown? Maybe it’s art enough to try to build a life against that breakdown. Maybe that’s enough.
— Paul Lisicky, from Later: My Life at the Edge of the World
http://unotomoaki.com/nishizawa/12Suisyoen%20Hall/3.html
Sayako Sugawara: MP - WH
-my poem
“Like summer thunderstorms you put the ecstasy back in my sadness.”
— Molly Kirschner, from “Love Poem #17,” Notes for Further Research (Anaphora Literary Press, 2017)
Walt Whitman, Song of Myself