Poke - Frightened Rabbit
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Poke - Frightened Rabbit
"What kills a soul? Exhaustion, secret keeping and image management.
And what brings a soul back from the dead? Honesty, connection, grace."
- Shauna Niequist
you’d think I’d have gotten used to it by now
— Clarice Lispector, from “Dies Irae.”
Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In LettersÂ
Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In LettersÂ
Anne Sexton, 45 Mercy Street; from 'The Lost Lie'
Natalie DĂaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
[ Text ID: I am doing my best to not become a museum / of myself. I am doing my best to breathe in and out. ]
— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966
Poke - Frightened Rabbit
“Eyes are distracting. You see too much. You don’t see enough.”
— Will Graham, Hannibal
“Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.”
— E.M. Forster
Self-Portrait of the Cuckoo in Her Labyrinth of Wonder, Safiya Sinclair
— Henry Miller, from A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin and Henry Miller, (1932-1953).
“I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone.”
~ Jean Rhys
“I have wrestled with the angel and I am stained with light and I have no shame.”
— Mary Oliver, from Of Power And Time in “Blue Pastures”
“(…) I’m speechless…what kind of writer am I? With all this love and no words for it?”
— Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters