DeSideri

Those who don't sleep confuse reality with dreams.

[80sretroelectro]

Inside New York, 1991. Scan (first of a new series)

[rozieramati]

[mournfulroses]

Sinéad O'Connor, from her book titled "Rememberings," originally published in June 2021

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[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— josé olivarez // natalie diaz

[hel7l7]

Do you ever think about what it was like for me?

[becherdireinen]

trust that everything will fall into place without you forcing it there.

[roosknap]

Lisanne Sloots, remembrance, charcoal spindletree

Seen in Museumtijdschrift

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[bostonpoetryslam]

My husband called me to tell me he had spent the evening thinking about an artist who killed himself. He said he had imagined the bridge he jumped off was small, quaint, something out of an Elizabethan novel, but instead it was an enormous busy overpass, like the Golden Gate or the Bay Bridge. Somehow that made him sadder. As you age, all the romance of suicide is sucked out. Another friend calls to tell me she is thinking of all the poets that have died before the age of fifty. How that used to sound old, and now it sounds so young. In an interview someone asked me why I chose to talk about Muriel Rukeyser rather than Plath or Sexton and I said, ‘Because she lived.’ I worry about how we celebrate women poets who committed suicide young. Is it because they don’t have bodies anymore? Is it easier to love a woman who cannot talk back? Cannot be more than words on a page? Cannot age in a body?

Ada Limón on Preparing the Body for a Reopened World, for Lit Hub (via bostonpoetryslam)

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today's journal entry with pieces redacted by silas denver melvin

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[Text ID: (the entire first line is blacked out.) killing myself & rotting in bed & craving cigarettes & doing nothing & doing nothing & masturbating 3 times in a row & then disgust & then disgust & a mind-numbing agent in any form. (here, another line is blacked out.) because you get to a point where you believe only certain things will kill you. (another line is blacked out.) if you didn't die in middle school, well, you're older now. (almost three entire lines are blacked out.) if no one can see you suffering, you stop believing you’re suffering at all. /End ID]

[propertiesofjoy]

the idiot, fyodor dostoevsky

[ilikevintagebooks]

The Heart The Hydropathic Encyclopedia 1857

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“Summer was like your house: you knew where each thing stood. Now you must go out into your heart as onto a vast plain. Now the immense loneliness begins.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Dich wundert nicht des Sturmes Wucht,” Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God, trans. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy (Riverhead Books, 1996)

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