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Marianne Fritz, from The Weight of Things Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait in Letters Clarice Lispector, from The Passion According to G.H. Stevie Smith, from Infelice
The Tall Windows & Interior by Vilhelm Hammershøi Figures Walking up a Monumental Staircase (detail) by Hubert Robert Young Woman with Her Hand over Her Mouth by Edgar Degas
The moon in Romantic paintings
James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room
— august, tathève simonyan
[text ID: promises made by june / had rotten / by the time august came. / i’ve mistaken silence with nothingness / and unlearning it asks for courage / i know not how to muster. / this half-empty glass of orange juice, / ever-present on its throne of dust, / on this wooden table, / holds more promise than i ever will. / i, a personified you, for this is not a wall but a mirror / [personified] / i, i mean you, i mean [redacted] / you eat the sun and with your burnt tongue / try to sing songs / not about pain. / don’t you? / in july / [i] you tried to stretch the rare / moments of happiness but our feet / always seemed to stay out of the / blanket / uncovered. / how do i love something without / fully succumbing to it? / you thought you had to die for you to live, didn’t you? / you thought there’s always a spring after a winter / you didn’t think that / this vivaldian symphony hadn’t been written for bodies like ours, . did you? / in july / you didn’t know that loneliness is a crowded town / yet / it’s always been bestowed upon you / to lock the gates / and turn off the lights / every night, / did you? / june made promises it knew it couldn’t keep. / but i shall be wiser / in august.]
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Clarice Lispector, from “That’s Where I’m Going”, Soulstorm: Stories (tr. Alexis Levitin)
Kate Chopin, from The Awakening
"I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me."
-Sylvia Plath
Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964 - 1980
But I still don't know how to hold your hand without reading the ugliness of my own, But I can't contain my soul from enveloping yours !
Web weaving about holding hands an emotion
god i love coming home and being at home and sitting inside my home and staying home
the hungers of hadewijch and eckhart, donald f. duclow // stigmata: escaping texts, hélène cixous // you are in a hotel room, joan tierney // the notebooks of malte laurids brigge, rainer maria rilke // great expectations, kathy acker // hot-hand fallacy, jasmine gibson // erotism: death and sensuality, georges bataille // cain, josé saramago // love in the time of monsters, emily palermo // a curious night for a double eclipse, j. karl bogartte.
Gallant, V. E. Schwab
“Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.”
— Haruki Murakami
