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"إِنَّهُ سَمِيعٌ قَرِيبٌ"
"She turned to me and said: "Hold me". So I dropped the world I had been holding and picked her up with both hands."
- Zachry K Douglas.
Sunrise on Mars by NASA
…no one knows why. No one can explain you, your hunger…
– Kurt Fawver, from “The Myth of You,” The Dissolution of Small Worlds (Lethe Press, 2018)
- سنية صالح ، ديوان ذكر الورد ، قصيدة " ملايين الأرواح خارج غطائها".
Barcelona, 1992, Alex Webb
… you don’t understand. i can not listen to my heart ever again.
“Don’t you have a knife somewhere deep in your heart where love left?”
— Charles Bukowski, from Man Mowing The Lawn Across The Way From Me (via violentwavesofemotion)
“I’d been on my own for ages, and I was convinced that there was no way I could be any more alone, but now I’d finally realized how alone I truly was. Despite the crowds of people, and all the different places, and a limitless supply of sounds and colors packed together, there was nothing here that I could reach out and touch.”
— Mieko Kawakami, All the Lovers in the Night
خطتي لما تبقى من ٢٠٢٦ ادعس كل الود اللي محد حفظه غيري
“At this moment I do not believe in anything and I have no hope. All forms and expressions that give life its charm seem to me meaningless. I have no feeling either for the future or the past, while the present seems to me poison.”
— Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
“my hand reads poems in other hands.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book of Images; The Blind Woman. Tr. Edward Snow.
Brigitte Bardot’s eyes for the shooting of “Histoires extraordinaires” (1968)
“So everything lets us down, including curiosity and honesty and what we love best. Yes, said the voice, but cheer up, it's fun in the end.”
Roberto Bolaño “2666”
“I know you. In my heart, I know you very well. You long for something special. You long for something unearthly.”
— Anton Chekhov, tr. by Peter Constantine, from “After The Fair,” c. 1880