How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?
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How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?
Virginia Woolf, Selected Essays
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“The French called this time of day ‘l’heure bleue.’ To the English it was ‘the gloaming.’ The very word ‘gloaming’ reverberates, echoes—the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows. During the blue nights you think the end of day will never come. As the blue nights draw to a close (and they will, and they do) you experience an actual chill, at the moment you first notice: the blue light is going, the days are already shortening, the summer is gone.”
— Joan Didion, Blue Nights
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“Also everything returns, but what returns is not what went away—”
— Louise Glück, from A Travel Diary; Winter Recipes from the Collective: Poems, 2021
[Just because you’ve braced yourself for the worst, doesn’t mean it’s any less terrifying when it comes. Today is not for shallow platitudes and sentimental pep talks. Nor is it the time to demand more from Black women and those who have given their very bodies to attempts to redirect the ship to shore. Today is for grief. For deep breathing and safe arms. This country is a curse of its own design. But we remain.
- by @colearthurriley at @blackliturgies on Instagram]
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