gold yet untitled

[sacred-portal]

[kvothes]

there’s a snippet of this rhiannon mcgavin poem going around but the whole thing is too good not to post in its entirety

[themoonbase]

Yelena Moskovich, A Door Behind a Door (2021)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“Nothing kidnaps our capacity for presence more cruelly than longing. And yet longing is also the most powerful creative force we know. Out of our longing for meaning came all of art: out of our longing for truth all science; out of our longing for love the very fact of life. We may give this undertone of being different names–Susan Cain calls it ‘the bittersweet’ and Portuguese has the lovely word saudade; the vague, constant longing for something or someone beyond the horizon of reality–but we recognize it in our marrow, in the strata of the soul beyond the reach of words.”

— Maria Popova, from: “The Thing Itself: C.S. Lewis on What We Long for in Our Existential Longing,” The Marginalian (3 September 2022)

[kitchen-light]

“It is so lonely to feel deeply about the world and be met with the complete failure of language to communicate it. Poetry gets us marginally (but importantly!) closer than rhetorical language, like how standing on a roof gets one a few feet closer to grabbing a star than standing in the dirt. It makes the loneliness of being here a little easier to bear.”

— Kaveh Akbar, “Galloping Towards Delight: A Conversation with Kaveh Akbar and Ilya Kaminsky”, published in Magma Issue 83, Solitude, Summer 2022

[languageaficionado]

“When you are investigating language, you are investigating people. Language has no existence apart from the people who speak it. To get to know a language, you have to get to know the people. There is no other way.”

— Just a Phrase I’m Going Through: My Life in Language (via ball-eis-korakas)

[metamorphesque]

—On Love, Marina Tsvetaeva

[text ID: I just want a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when I walk into the room.]

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[lifeinpoetry]

Sun, in this life, I will be your daughter and you will teach me how to run.

— Jihyun Yun, from "Immigration," Some Are Always Hungry

[weltenwellen]

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

[voirlvmer]

“But being is making: not only large things, a family, a book, a business: but the shape we give this afternoon, a conversation between two friends, a meal.”

— Frank Bidart, from “Advice to the Players”, Star Dust

[metamorphesque]

Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light, Richard Siken

[text ID: Lovers / do the looking while the strangers look away. It isn’t / fair, the depth of my looking, / the threat of my / looking.]

[jiangwanyin]

— vladimir nabokov, in a letter to his wife [24 march 1937] from letters to véra (trans. olga voronina & brian boyd)

[serratedpens]

Reginald Dwayne Betts “BALLAD OF THE GROUNDHOG”

[soracities]

Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (trans. Michael Henry Heim)

[Text ID: “Necessity knows no magic formulae–they are all left to chance. If a love is to be unforgettable, fortuities must immediately start fluttering down to it like birds to Francis of Assisi’s shoulders.”]

[oumaimas]

Letters to Felice, Franz Kafka

[lostography]

“…your fingerprints all over the thing that changed my mind, that made me better than I was. Come love, make me better than I was. Come teach me a kinder way to say my own name.”

— Andrea Gibson, “Good Light,” Lord of the Butterflies (2018)

[primulaceas]

Saeed Jones, How We Fight for Our Lives