Profound Ambivalence

Sanea/ here for the memes since 2010

[deadlysick]

happy new year if you’re still here

[lifeinpoetry]

The houses were not Hamas. The kids were not Hamas. Their clothes and toys were not Hamas. The neighborhood was not Hamas. The air was not Hamas. Our ears were not Hamas. Our eyes were not Hamas. The one who ordered the killing, the one who pressed the button thought only of Hamas.

— Mosab Abu Toha, from "The Wounds," Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear

[silicxnn]

During a lecture on epic poetry like the Mahābhārata and Iliad in my first year of college, my professor said, “When the whole world dies, even when brick and mortar is destroyed, memory survives. It survives and lives on in generations to come. And literature carries that memory. All your geography, your economics, your psychology, they’re all based on the memory of man, passed down generations after generations. These epic poems and literature we are studying right now is to remind us that we too will be memories one day. And therefore, let us be good memories” and I think a piece of this lecture will live on in me wherever I go.

[heavensghost]

Averno, Louise Glück

[wearenotjustnumbers2]

I just want to say that out of the +7,028 Palestinians killed, only 13 members of hamas are estimated to have died. The point is, if after all this time you still believe israel is "defending" itself or is targeting hamas then you're not even ignorant you're cruel and you support genocide.

[dct239394cvvd098dffgggp]

every cell in my body greets grief in the morning and yet i keep getting up to live more

[blueteensclubxx-blog]

[antoniettabrandeisova]

The Roman Ruins in Schönbrunn (detail), Friedrich Frank

[happyheidi]

ig: wiejskababa

[voirlvmer]

“I didn’t yearn for anything but privacy, because it is an embarrassment to be a wound in public.”

— Billy-Ray Belcourt, from A History of My Brief Body

[voirlvmer]

“But grief compels me, maybe even more than sleep. I am waiting for something to last. I know nothing will.”

— Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun

[maybuds]

from The Agony of Intimacy by Jeanette Winterson, published in Granta

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[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966

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— Theodore Roethke, from “Straw for the fire.”

[deadlysick]

sup bros

[luthienne]

Franz Wright, from God's Silence; "Why Is the Winter Light"

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[fairycosmos]

the bravery of a girl who has to decide what is for dinner and then cook it and then wash dishes every day forever and ever.