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[mirrorballpdf]

Kim Hyesoon for Guernica Magazine (2012)

[elvenstar93]

저녁에​ (In the Night)

저렇게 많은 중에서 별 하나가 나를 내려다본다 이렇게 많은 사람 중에서 그 별 하나를 쳐다본다 밤이 깊을수록 별은 밝음 속에 사라지고 나는 어둠 속에 사라진다 이렇게 정다운 너 하나 나 하나는 어디서 무엇이 되어 다시 만나랴

- 김광섭

Among a multitude of stars, one stares down at me. Among a multitude of people, I stare up at that one star. As the night grows deeper, it fades into brightness and I disappear into darkness. Where, when, as what will the two of us… you, one so warm, and me, one so tender, meet again?

- Kim Gwang-Seop

[lunchboxpoems]

IT IS ONCE AGAIN THE SUMMER OF MY DISCONTENT & THIS IS HOW WE DO IT

is creeping out of some open window same way it was in the summer of ’95 when my heartbreak was a different animal howling at the same clouds & the cops broke up the block party at franklin park right before the song hit the last verse because someone from the right hood locked eyes with someone from the wrong one & me & my boys ran into the corner store & tucked the chocolate bars into the humid caverns of our pants pockets & later licked the melted chocolate from its sterling wrappers in the woods behind mario’s crib with the girls we liked too much to want to know if they liked us back & there it was, the summer i learned to kiss the air & imagine it bending into a mouth & here it is again, the summer everything outside i love is melting & i tell my boys there is a reason songs from the 90s are having a revival & it’s because the heart & tongue are the muscles with the most irresistible histories & i’m kind of buzzed. i’m kind of buzzing. i’m kind of a hive with no begging & hollow cavities. there is intimacy in the moment where the eyes of two enemies meet. there is a tenderness in knowing what desire ties you to a person, even if you have spent your dreaming hours cutting them a casket from the tree in their mother’s front yard. it is a blessing to know someone wants a funeral for you. a coming together of your people from their faraway corners to tell some story about your thefts & triumphs. all of your better selves shaking their heads over a table, chocolate staining their teeth. i suppose there is also intimacy in the moment where a lover becomes an enemy, though it is tough to say when it happens. probably when there is a song you can’t remember them living inside of anymore, even if both of you curled your lips around the words in a car at some impossible hour of morning, driving away from the place you met. i like my agony threaded together by the same chorus. not everything is sisyphean. no one ever wants to imagine themselves as the boulder.

HANIF WILLIS-ABDURRAQUIB

[merulae]

“Do you believe that every story must have a beginning and an end? In ancient times a story could end only in two ways: having passed all the tests, the hero and the heroine married, or else they died. The ultimate meaning to which all stories refer has two faces: the continuity of life, the inevitability of death.”

— Italo Calvino, If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler

[akvles]

“Never take it seriously. If you never take it seriously, you never get hurt. You never get hurt, you always have fun. And if you ever get lonely, just go to the record store and visit your friends.”

Almost Famous (2000)

dir. Cameron Crowe

[hinducosmos]

Blue Tile Work in Shah Jahan Mosque, Thatta, Pakistan Shah Jahan’s mosque built in 17th century Thatta, Sindh. Intriguing that it has no minaret only bricks. Inspired indo-saracenic revival in London. (via Twitter: Authindia)

[canthardlystay]

I had been old and stern for so long, carved with regrets and years like a monolith. But that was only a shape I had been poured into. I did not have to keep it.

Madeline Miller, Circe

[guulabii]

richard siken, war of the foxes,

[intimatum]

Lidia Yuknavitch, The Chronology of Water

[divine-despair]

In that book which is my memory, On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you, Appear the words, ‘Here begins a new life’.

Dante Alighieri, La Vita Nouva (via divine-despair)

[kafk-a]

Alice Notley

[thecolorblockcurator]

Lauren Clay

laurenclay.com

[finelythreadedsky]

top 12 savage things Medea says in classical literature

featuring Euripides, Ovid, and Seneca

ὡς τρὶς ἂν παρ᾽ ἀσπίδα/στῆναι θέλοιμ᾽ ἂν μᾶλλον ἢ τεκεῖν ἅπαξ (Euripides Med. 250-1)

for I would rather thrice stand by the shield/ than once bear a child

καὶ σοῖς ἀραία γ᾽ οὖσα τυγχάνω δόμοις. (Euripides Med. 608)

I am a curse unto your house as well

καὶ μανθάνω μὲν οἷα τολμήσω κακά/θυμὸς δὲ κρείσσων τῶν ἐμῶν βουλευμάτων/ὅσπερ μεγίστων αἴτιος κακῶν βροτοῖς. (Euripides Med. 1078-80)

I know what evils I dare to do/ my heart is stronger than my plans/ and great is my blame for the blood

dum ferrum flammaeque aderunt sucusque veneni/ hostis Medeae nullus inultus erit (Ovid Her. 12.181-2)

as long as I have iron and fire and poison at my disposal/ no enemy of Medea’s will go unpunished

viderit ista deus, qui nunc mea pectora versat/ nescio quid certe mens mea maius agit! (Ovid Her. 211-2)

the god who twists my heart will witness these deeds/ for surely I know not what vast act my mind devises!

tum me de tigride natam/ tum ferrum et scopulos gestare in corde fatebor (Ovid Met. 7.32-3) 

then I will be called the daughter of a tiger/ and they will say I carry iron and stone in my heart

maximus intra me deus est (Ovid Met. 7.55)  

the greatest god is within me

et vertice sidera tangam (Ovid Met. 7.61)

and I will reach the stars with the crown of my head

Medea superest, hic mare et terras vides/ ferrumque et ignes et deos et fulmina (Seneca Med. 166-7)

Medea stands alone, here you see the sea and the lands/ and iron and fire and gods and lightning

si placet, damna ream;/ sed redde crimen (Seneca Med. 245-6)

condemn me if you like;/ but give me back my crime

invadam deos/ et cuncta quatiam (Seneca Med. 424-5)

I will invade the gods/ and shake all things

Medea nunc sum; crevit ingenium malis (Seneca Med. 910)

Now I am become Medea; my nature has grown amidst evil

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

Tonight I’m Someone Else, Chelsea Hodson

[untiempofueradeltiempo]

Estamos en proceso de perder algo. Vamos dejando pedazos de piel muerta sobre la banqueta, palabras muertas sobre la mesa; olvidamos calles y oraciones repasadas con tinta. Las ciudades, como nuestros cuerpos, como el lenguaje, están en obra de destrucción.

Valeria Luiselli, Papeles falsos. (via untiempofueradeltiempo)

[thewalkingnerd]

CIRCE (Madeline Miller)

I will not be like a bird bred in a cage, I thought, too dull to fly even when the door stands open.

[everythingstarstuff]