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“I am the daughter of myself. I am born of my own dream. My dream sustains me.”
— Rosario Castellanos (trans. Magda Bogin), excerpt from “Wailing Wall” from The Selected Poems of Rosario Castellanos
“Cold men destroy women… They woo them with something personable that they bring out for show, something annexed to their souls like a fake greenhouse, lead you in, and you think you see life and vitality and sun and greenness, and then when you love them, they lead you out into their real soul, a drafty, cavernous, empty ballroom, inexorably arched and vaulted and mocking you with its echoes — you hear all you have sacrificed, all you have given, landing with a loud clunk. They lock the greenhouse and you are as tiny as a figure in an architect’s drawing, a faceless splotch, a blur of stick limbs abandoned in some voluminous desert of stone.”
— Lorrie Moore, Self-Help
hey god, its me again, back with my silly little moon imagery
Frank Bidart, from ‘The Third Hour of the Night’
Meditation On The Threshold: A Bilingual Anthology Of Poetry, ‘Memory of Tlatelolco’ by Rosario Castellanos
Valerio D'Ospina - Duomo di Milano. Oil on linen, 39x56in (2012)
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Leila Chatti, from "Postcard from Gone"
Photography by Gina Iacob.
“O little root of a dream you hold me here”
— Paul Celan, from “O Little Root of a Dream,” tr. Nikolai Popov and Heather McHugh
Spot the Fiona.
Macabre Gadgets
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter featured in "Letters of Fyodor Michailovitch Dostoevsky to his Family & Friends,"
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Back to the Roots - Shower by Alex Kuhn