{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}
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{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}
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― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
[text ID: aside from myself, there was no sign of me]
Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; "The Teacher"
Text ID: So, I thought I had to become more than / I was, more than I'd been. / but that wasn't it. It seemed rather that / something had to go. Something had to / be let go of.
Interview with Clarice Lispector - São Paulo, 1977
“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”
In looking back I think that she must have been beautiful; yet the detailed picture of her obstinately eludes me, I can recall only an impression of a face unique, neither gay nor melancholy, but endued with a peculiar quality of apartness, the look of a person dedicated to some accepted destiny.
– Anna Kavan, from “The Birthmark,” Asylum Piece and Other Stories (Peter Owen, 1972)
"I dreamed I was born dying." She lit a new cigarette with the old one.
– Aimee Parkison, from “Locked Doors,” The Innocent Party: Stories (BOA Editions, 2012)
Self-Portrait of the Cuckoo in Her Labyrinth of Wonder, Safiya Sinclair
"I shall suffer later," I told myself. "Later, when I'm alone."
– Cesare Pavese, from “The Idol,” The Leather Jacket: Stories (Quartet Books, 1980)
“September approaching… I feel I owe myself a brief respite of leisure and no rushing around. I can’t face the dead reality. I want rainy days, lanterns and a hundred moons twining in dark leaves, music spilling out and echoing yet inside my head.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951 (via echymosis)
Sylvia Plath, from “Letters Home”
Anaïs Nin, from Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937.
-William Wordsworth
Archilochos translated by Anne Carson, in “Eros the Bittersweet”
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Civil Service, Claire Schwartz