Czeslaw Milosz, from "Ars Poetica?"
[text id: The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will. end id]
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Czeslaw Milosz, from "Ars Poetica?"
[text id: The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will. end id]
Marie Howe, from âMemorialâ, What the Living Do
robert morris, untitled (passageway), installation, 1961
joli poli
[Transcript: The narrow clearing down to the river I walk alone, out of breath / my body catching on each branch. / Small children maneuver around me. / Often, I want to return to my old body a body I also hated, but hate less / given knowledge. / Sometimes my friends-my friends / who are always beautiful & heartbroken look at me like they know / I will die before them. / I think the life I want / is the life I have, but how can I be sure? / There are days when I give up on my body / but not the world. I am alive. / I know this. Alive now /to see the world, to see the river rupture everything with its light. /end transcript]
Heavy by Hieu Minh Nguyen.
Jenny Holzer, Black Book Posters, 1979
I feel like not enough people realize that people under enormous strain act really really fucking Weird
If someone is doing things that don't make Sense, try to understand that it is entirely possible that their brain is probably under an enormous weight and fracturing under the pressure. People who have been stabbed will sometimes talk a circle around the fact that they've been stabbed because stress and shock prevent you from recognizing the distress you are in and what you need to do to seek help for it. PTSD will do this also. You will find yourself repeatedly jamming a bag of frozen fruit into the same spot in the freezer where it doesn't fit and keeps falling, over and over and over, focused on nothing but that bag. You will decide that a beanbag chair is 10000% necessary to your life. You will lose your entire shit because you stubbed your toe on a table and that means the whole setup of your furniture is wrong. These are largely harmless examples. People under strain will also hurt themselves and others. Cornered animals bite. And it doesn't heal the bite to go "Hey, are you okay?" But it might get you to an animal that stops biting, so you can start to heal. And before you had an animal that bit, you probably had an animal that kept doing shit you didn't understand as stress signals
âHere we are in the bowels of the thingâ
Richard Siken- Boot Theory
snow and dirty rain by richard siken
[text ID: Take a body, dump it, drive. Take a body, maybe your own, and dump it gently. All your dead, unfinished selves and dump them gently. Take only what you need. /end ID]
Fauna, Richard Siken
There's nothing quite like having to cancel one's birthday party because everyone is busy to time warp one's self back to awkward adolescence.
Eduardo MartĂnez-Leyva
Cyrée Jarelle Johnson, doppelgÀnger
This is to inform you that I didnât die young.
Jim Harrison, Barking
barbara kruger - untitled (your devotion has the look of a lunatic sport), 1981-1983
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Edward Hopper, Night in the Park, 1921
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