[enisteyjia-deactivated20250106]

[meltinthemiddle]

To look after and be looked after

[forhandsthatsuffer]

The Blood of a Poet (1931), dir. Jean Cocteau

[lifeinpoetry]

“is the blood on your hands dry? Is it slowly disappearing? Mine isn’t.”

— Ashley Mares, from “Psalm of Scattered Ashes,” published in Luna Luna

[weltenwellen]

Octavio Paz, tr. by Elizabeth Bishop, The Collected Poems, 1957-1987

[nssrnv-deactivated20230626]

“I destroy myself repeatedly, without remorse.”

— Six Word Story #79 by absentions

[srcee]

missing something i never had

[weltenwellen]

“Forgive me if what has seemed little to you, to me is all.”

— José Saramago, tr. by Tim Crosfield, from his nobel speech c. 1998

[boukalili]

[blackcherryhotel]

“I’d love to see you in the moonlight with your head thrown back, and your body on fire.”

— When Night Is Falling (1995)

[asphyxiated-lungs]

yearning and other degenerate things

[89words]

“…and I needed relief from myself.”

— Mary Szybist, Incarnadine: Poems

[fungusamongusblog2]

The Godfather: Part II, 1974.

[shisasan]

“You are never destroyed by anyone except yourself.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols (1889)

[aazizam]

you are the beauty you notice in others

[luthienne]

“…I am half afraid to hope for what I long for.”

— Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mrs. A.P Strong, August 1851

[ivicus]

Kiss (1963) by Andy Warhol